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360 Little my knowledge, Tho' many my days. When I have slumbered, I have heard sounds As of travelers passing These my grounds. T was a sweet music Wafted them by, I could not tell If afar off or nigh. Unless I dreamed it, This was of yore: I never told it To mortal before, Never remembered But in my dreams What to me waking A miracle seems."

bird! destined to lead thy life Far in the adventurous west, And here to be debarred to-night From thy accustomed nest; Must thou fall back upon old instinct now, Well-nigh extinct under man's fickle care? Did Heaven bestow its quenchless inner light,