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 O happy living things! no tongue
 * Their beauty might declare:

A spring of love gusht from my heart,
 * And I bless'd them unaware!

Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
 * And I bless'd them unaware.

The self-same moment I could pray;
 * And from my neck so free

The Albatross fell off, and sank
 * Like lead into the sea.