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Rh But when the bird had forever flown,

They brought the nest from the apple tree

To the bed where she lay alone.

O builder of this mystery!"—

The wide and wistful eyes grew dim,

And the soul of the sick girl followed him—

Dear bird! I have had part, through thee,

In the life for which I long and long:

Have shared its hope, its energy,

Its rapture and its song!"