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A sound comes on the rising breeze, A sweet and lovely sound! Piercing the tumult of the seas That wildly dash around.

From land, from sunny land it comes, From hills with murmuring trees, From paths by still and happy homes— That sweet sound on the breeze.

Why should its faint and passing sigh Thus bid my quick pulse leap? No part in earth's glad melody Is mine upon the deep.