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I hear a rainbird singing / Far off. How fine and clear / His plaintive voice comes ringing / With rapture to the ear!
Over the misty wood-lots, / Across the first spring heat, / Comes the enchanted cadence, / So clear, so solemn-sweet.
How often I have hearkened / To that high pealing strain / Across wild cedar barrens, / Under the soft gray rain!
How often I have wondered, / And longed in vain to know / The source of that enchantment, / That touch of human woe!
O brother, who first taught thee / To haunt the teeming spring / With that sad mortal wisdom / Which only age can bring?