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Hail to thee, blithe spirit -- / Bird thou never wert -- / That from heaven or near it / Pourest thy full heart / In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher / From the earth thou springest, / Like a cloud of fire; / The blue deep thou wingest, / And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.