  THE air is sweet as sweet can be, The azure sky spreads smoothly over, And rest and joy keep company, In this wide field of sun-kissed clover. Among the heavy heads of pink, The avaricious bees are straying, A glad full-throated bobolink, His highest note is now essaying. The earth is holding on her breast, The sweetest flowers of all her growing, The white clouds float, from out the west A soft delicious wind is blowing. Oh, life is good on such a day, The blue sky bending smoothly over, For neither care nor cross will stay, In this wide field of sun-kissed clover. |
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