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THE CAPTIVE.
The Bird within his cage, 'tis true,
May sing as on his native tree;
But he forgets, or never knew,
The Sweets of lovely Liberty.
May sing as on his native tree;
But he forgets, or never knew,
The Sweets of lovely Liberty.
Yet Man, alas! attempts in vain
With songs his prison hours to cheer;
Still, still he feels the galling chain,
And drops upon his wounds—a tear.
With songs his prison hours to cheer;
Still, still he feels the galling chain,
And drops upon his wounds—a tear.
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