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O Spirit of the Summertime !
Bring back the roses to the dells ;
The swallow from her distant clime,
The honey-bee from drowsy cells.
Bring back the friendship of the sun ;
The gilded evenings, calm and late, When merry children homeward run,
And peeping stars bid lovers wait.
Bring back the singing; and the scent
Of meadowlands at dewy prime;— Oh, bring again my heart's content,
Thou Spirit of the Summertime !
