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<p id="id00563" style="margin-top: 2em"><i>Summer Evening</i></p>
<p id="id00564">The frog half fearful jumps across the path,<br/>
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve<br/>
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;<br/>
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,<br/>
Till past,—and then the cricket sings more strong,<br/>
And grasshoppers in merry moods still wear<br/>
The short night weary with their fretting song.<br/>
Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,<br/>
Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank<br/>
The yellowhammer flutters in short fears<br/>
From off its nest hid in the grasses rank,<br/>
And drops again when no more noise it hears.<br/>
Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,<br/>
Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.<br/></p>
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