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 POEMS. 115

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T_T IGH from the earth I heard a bird ; As he esteemed them trifles,
 * He trod upon the trees

And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly

Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation

Nature had left behind. A joyous-going fellow

I gathered from his talk, Which both of benediction

And badinage partook, Without apparent burden,

I learned, in leafy wood He was the faithful father

Of a dependent brood ; And this untoward transport

His remedy for care, A contrast to our respites.

How different we are !

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