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When 'Omer smote' is bloomin' lyre,
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,
But where to find that happiest spot below
Well then, the promis'd hour is come at last,
Why should I join with those in Play,
I make truce with you, Walt Whitman --
Birthday greetings
It is the place I return to.

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