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AS in their flight the birds of song / Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales, / But halt not overlong; / The time one rural song to sing / They pause; then following bounteous gales / Steer forward on the wing: / Sun-servers they, from first to last, / Upon the sun they wait / To ride the sailing blast.
So he awhile in our contested state, / Awhile abode, not longer, for his Sun- / Mother we say, no tenderer name we know- / With whose diviner glow / His early days had shone, / Now to withdraw her radiance had begun.