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The Passage Bird
Far far o'er city & field thou art flying
While day lends its brightness to shine on thy way
Thou stoopst not though green groves beneath thee are lying
And wave with soft voice their welcome to stay
While day lends its brightness to shine on thy way
Thou stoopst not though green groves beneath thee are lying
And wave with soft voice their welcome to stay
High high over hill top & mountain thou soarest
O'er the wide spreading lake & the still gliding stream
Where Ocean thine anthem in thunders thou pourest
And where on thy bosom the canvass sails gleam
O'er the wide spreading lake & the still gliding stream
Where Ocean thine anthem in thunders thou pourest
And where on thy bosom the canvass sails gleam
Still onward thou stoopest not though weary thy pinion
Though fair spread the lands that thy wing spreadeth o'er
For fairer the climes of the sun's bright dominion
And sweeter the Ocean's loud voice on its shore
Though fair spread the lands that thy wing spreadeth o'er
For fairer the climes of the sun's bright dominion
And sweeter the Ocean's loud voice on its shore
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Thou hearst though I hear not the rippling waves wander
Beneath where thy nest hangs leaf-sheltered above
Thou seest though unseen in the dark distant yonder
The home of thy heart & the mate of thy love—
Beneath where thy nest hangs leaf-sheltered above
Thou seest though unseen in the dark distant yonder
The home of thy heart & the mate of thy love—
Poem No. 112; 1837?
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