Mild health I seek thee wither art thou found

Mild health I seek thee wither art thou found
Mid daiseys sleeping in the morning dew
Along the meadow paths where all around
May smells so lovely thither would I go
Where art thou envious blessing now the cold
Is gone away & hedge & wood is seen
All lovely & the gay marsh marigold
Edges the meadow lakes so freshly green
My straining eye so anxious to behold
Thee up & journeying on the swallows wing
To see thee up & shining every where
Among the sweet companions of the spring
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