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...leas velvet, but they an not so pretty. Paris, May 10th. THE GARDEN. — JUN E. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days...earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm car lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod...

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