congregate, and a thousand perfumes of clover and new-mown hay, and the
aroma of the evergreen grove, come up, Ida and I spend many an hour,
forgetful of city life, and heedless about ever returning to it
‘And here, in the gloom of the forest-trees, where the birds love to
congregate, and a thousand perfumes of clover and new-mown hay, and the
aroma of the evergreen grove, come up, Ida and I spend many an hour,
forgetful of city life, and heedless about ever returning to it.

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