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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Nutting SongPaul Laurence Dunbar - Nutting Song
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The November sun invites me,   And although the chill wind smites me,   I will wander to the woodland     Where the laden trees await;   And with loud and joyful singing   I will set the forest ringing,   As if I were king of Autumn,     And Dame Nature were my mate,--   While the squirrel in his gambols   Fearless round about me ambles,   As if he were bent on showing     In my kingdom he`d a share;   While my warm blood leaps and dashes,   And my eye with freedom flashes,   As my soul drinks deep and deeper     Of the magic in the air.   There`s a pleasure found in nutting,   All life`s cares and griefs outshutting,   That is fuller far and better     Than what prouder sports impart.   Who could help a carol trilling   As he sees the baskets filling?   Why, the flow of song keeps running     O`er the high walls of the heart.   So when I am home returning,   When the sun is lowly burning,   I will once more wake the echoes     With a happy song of praise,--   For the golden sunlight blessing,   And the breezes` soft caressing,   And the precious boon of living     In the sweet November days.
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