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[“Within my cage I sit and sing]
“Within my cage I sit and sing,
While seasons come and seasons go:
Outside, the birds flit to and fro,
Or upward soar on freeborn wing:
But let the air with music ring,
Or earth be wrapped in silent snow,
Within my cage I sit and sing,
While seasons come and seasons go.”
While seasons come and seasons go:
Outside, the birds flit to and fro,
Or upward soar on freeborn wing:
But let the air with music ring,
Or earth be wrapped in silent snow,
Within my cage I sit and sing,
While seasons come and seasons go.”
Sweet bird, a lesson thou dost bring
Meet for man's prison-house below:
Content, like thine, I fain would show,
As thanking God for everything,
Within my cage I sit and sing,
While seasons come and seasons go!
Meet for man's prison-house below:
Content, like thine, I fain would show,
As thanking God for everything,
Within my cage I sit and sing,
While seasons come and seasons go!
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