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THE SECRET OF THE WOOD.
The unthrift sunne shot vitall gold,
A thousand pieces;
And heaven its azure did unfold,
Chequered with snowy fleeces.
The air was all in spice,
And every bush
- A
- garland wore: Thus fed my Eyes,
But all the Eare lay hush.
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