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Of the poor bird that cannot fly / Kindly you think and mournfully; / For prisoners and for exiles all / You let the tears of pity fall; / And very true the grief should be / That mourns the bondage of the free.
The soul -- _she_ has a fatherland; / Binds _her_ not many a tyrant's hand?
And the winged spirit has a home, / But can she always homeward come?
Poor souls, with all their wounds and foes, / Will you not also pity those?