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The Throstle.

[By Lord Tennyson.]

" Summer is coming, Summer is coming," I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again, Yes, my wild little poet. Sing the New Year in under the blue, Last year you sang it as gladly. " New, new, new, new T Is it then so new That you should carol no madly ? " Love again, song again, neßt again, young again!" Never a prophet so crazy : And hardly a <Uisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. •' Here again, here, hore, here, happy year,"

0 warble, unbidden, unbidden. Summer is coming is coming, my dear, And all the Wiitera are hidden,

[COPYRIGHTED.]

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The Throstle., Evening Star, Issue 8048, 26 October 1889, Supplement

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The Throstle. Evening Star, Issue 8048, 26 October 1889, Supplement

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