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IT is such a little while / From the time the fledgling tries / To tip from the edge of the nest to the bough, / Then lifts its wings and flies.
Till it sits in its own wee nest, / Surprised out of growth or ken, / And half-way feels that in some strange way / It is learning to fly again.