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Lancashire Meadow

Great waves of flowers these; seashores to the breeze
Bearing Summerís sons and daughters to our bowers,
Wrought in the secret earth mysteriously
From fingered roots now dressed in purple flowers!

That happiness of Summer lingering there
As swathes of scented tides in floral sprays
Diffuse with Summerís essence Summerís heirs
Her legacy for Joyís eternal praise!

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