Whate'er there be on land or sea Above, below, of melody Of perfume sweet beyond compare Of loveliness that all may share The cloudless blue of springtime sky Bluer still as the days go by The laughing music of woodland rills The light of dawn on distant hills. The crimson splendor of western sun On silent waters when day is done The lullaby of the twilight breeze Singing softly among the trees.
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