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IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain
Of the live-oak, the marsh and the main.
The little green leaves would not let me alone in my sleep.
Upbreathed from the marshes, a message of range and of sweep...
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Young palmer sun, that to the shining sands Canst thou be he that, Yester-Sunset warm, |
OUT of the hills of Habersham, |