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/ O for thy wings, sweet bird! / And soul of melody by being blest -- / Like thee, my voice had stirred / Some dear remembrance in a weary breast.
/ But whither wouldst thou rove, / Bird of the airy wing, and fold thy plumes? / In what dark leafy grove / Wouldst chant thy vespers 'mid rich glooms?