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THE CROW.
Old crow, upon the tall tree top
I see you sitting at your ease,
You hang upon the highest bough,
And balance in the breeze.
I see you sitting at your ease,
You hang upon the highest bough,
And balance in the breeze.
How many miles you've been to-day,
Upon your wing so strong and black,
And steered across the dark grey sky,
Without or guide or track;
Upon your wing so strong and black,
And steered across the dark grey sky,
Without or guide or track;
Above the city wrapped in smoke,
Green fields, and rivers flowing clear;
Now tell me as you passed them o'er,
What did you see and hear?
Green fields, and rivers flowing clear;
Now tell me as you passed them o'er,
What did you see and hear?
The old crow shakes his sooty wing
And answers hoarsely, “Caw, Caw, Caw,”
And that is all the crow can tell,
Of what he heard and saw.
And answers hoarsely, “Caw, Caw, Caw,”
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Of what he heard and saw.
How is it, crow, that you can fly,
And careless see so many things,
While I have sense to think and speak,
But not your pair of wings?
And careless see so many things,
While I have sense to think and speak,
But not your pair of wings?
Because all things in earth and air,
That live about this world of ours,
Have their appointed places set,
Their proper parts and powers.
That live about this world of ours,
Have their appointed places set,
Their proper parts and powers.
A different nature God has given,
To each a different law assigned;
'Tis yours to build your nest on high,
And fly before the wind.
To each a different law assigned;
'Tis yours to build your nest on high,
And fly before the wind.
'Tis mine to walk the earth below,
To sail the sea, or ride the land,
With thought to ponder what I see,
And sense to understand.
To sail the sea, or ride the land,
With thought to ponder what I see,
And sense to understand.
We'll not despise each other's state,
But follow each our nature's law,
So sit upon your bough, old bird,
And croak your “Caw, Caw, Caw.”
But follow each our nature's law,
So sit upon your bough, old bird,
And croak your “Caw, Caw, Caw.”
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