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 Sing—when a Sparrow's seen

Trying to lie at rest

By pressing his warm breast

To leaves so wet and green—

Heigh ho! The rain!

me the chance, and I will make

Thy thoughts of me, like worms this day,

Take wings and change to butterflies

That in the golden light shall play;

Thy cold, clear heart—the quiet pool

That never heard Love's nightingale—

Shall hear his music night and day,

And in no seasons shall it fail.

I'll make thy happy heart my port,

Where all my thoughts are anchored fast;

Thy meditations, full of praise,

The flags of glory on each mast.

I'll make my Soul thy shepherd soon,

With all thy thoughts my grateful flock;

And thou shalt say, each time I go—

How long, my Love, ere thou'lt come back?