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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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Young Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early gems adorning;
Her eyes outshine the radiant beams That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o'er the chrystal streams, • And chear each fresh'ning flower. |
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