Parading

The clouds are marshalling across the sky,

Now in their fullest blossom send, in thanks
Leaving their deepest tints upon yon range
Leaving their deepest tints upon yon range
Of soul-alluring hills. The breeze comes softly,
Of soul-alluring hills. The breeze comes softly,
Laden with tribute that a hundred orchards
Laden with tribute that a hundred orchards
Now in their fullest blossom send, in thanks
Now in their fullest blossom send, in thanks
For this refreshing shower. —Margaret Fuller
For this refreshing shower.
—Margaret Fuller

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