ALL day long beneath the sun
Shining through the fields they run,
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Singing in a cadence known
To the seraphs round the throne.
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And the traveller drawing near
Through the meadow, halts to hear
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Anthems of a natural joy
No disaster can destroy.
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All night long from set of sun
Through the starry woods they run,
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Singing through the purple dark
Songs to make a traveller hark.
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All night long, when winds are low,
Underneath my window go
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The immortal happy streams,
Making music through my dreams.
– Summer Streams by William Bliss Carman