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"From the Danish".
Yonder the cuckoo flutters, / "Cuckoo", "Cuckoo"! he utters, / And lights the beech upon; / Many a voice is sweeter, / But do not mock the creature, / Let each enjoy his own.
He knows no notes of passion, / A new song cannot fashion; / True to the ancient rule, / What his good sires respected / By him is not neglected,- / Is he for that a fool?
O thou, my human brother, / Who scorning every other / With self-conceit dost swell, / We cannot all be gallants, / Not equal are our talents- / Thou art no nightingale!