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O' sprite full Maia,come attire our lands with your boundless prize,
Of joyful swelling by the natures pleasing bloom,and green surprise;
To sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales--
For birds to spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.
Hail! to you goddess--deck the forest's lingering beauty,thus come---
Let streams do flow ...

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