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Rh Dost thou covet a summer More certain of bliss? Go seek thee a country Far brighter than this; Where the joys thou hast lost, thou Shalt never deplore, And the friends thou hast chosen Shall quit thee no more.

 

Go, beautiful and gentle dove, And greet the morning ray; For lo, the sun shines bright above, The floods are past away. No longer drooping here confin'd, In this cold prison dwell; Go free to sunshine and to wind, Go forth, and fare thee well.

Go, beautiful and gentle dove, Thy welcome sad will be. When thou shalt hear no voice of love In murmurs from the tree. Yet freedom, freedom shalt thou find From this cold prison cell; Go, then, to sunshine and to wind, Go forth, and fare thee well.

