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The world grows green on a thousand hills- / By a thousand willows the bees are humming, / And a million birds by a million rills, / Sing of the golden season coming. / But, gazing out on the sun-kist lea, / And hearing a thrush and a blue-bird singing, / I feel that the summer is all for me, / And all for me are the joys it is bringing.
All for me the bumble-bee / Drones his song in the perfect weather; / And, just on purpose to sing to me, / Thrush and blue-bird came North together. / Just for me, in red and white, / Bloom and blossom the fields of clover; / And all for me and my delight / The wild Wind follows and plays the lover.