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166 The next into the farthest brings,

And, striving to be man, the worm

Mounts through all the spires of form.

The cagèd linnet in the Spring

Hearkens for the choral glee,

When his fellows on the wing

Migrate from the Southern Sea;

When trellised grapes their flowers unmask,

And the new-born tendrils twine,

The old wine darkling in the cask

Feels the bloom on the living vine,

And bursts the hoops at hint of Spring:

And so, perchance, in Adam's race,

Of Eden's bower some dream-like trace

Survived the Flight and swam the Flood,

And wakes the wish in youngest blood

To tread the forfeit Paradise,

And feed once more the exile's eyes;

And ever when the happy child

In May beholds the blooming wild,

And hears in heaven the bluebird sing,

Onward,' he cries, 'your baskets bring,—

In the next field is air more mild,

And o'er yon hazy crest is Eden's balmier spring.'

Not for a regiment's parade,

Nor evil laws or rulers made,

Blue Walden rolls its cannonade,