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“Fall'n feathers of a moulting wing,
Which ne'er again may soar;
Notes, sung in Autumn woods, where Spring
Shall hear their sounds no more:
Her voice and plume—the Bird renews;
Man fails but once;—'tis in the tomb,
His strength He mews.”
A Page of Oblivion.
Which ne'er again may soar;
Notes, sung in Autumn woods, where Spring
Shall hear their sounds no more:
Her voice and plume—the Bird renews;
Man fails but once;—'tis in the tomb,
His strength He mews.”
A Page of Oblivion.
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