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! full surely 'twas the Echo,

Solitary, clear, profound,

Answering to Thee, shouting Cuckoo!

Giving to thee Sound for Sound.

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To a babbling wanderer sent;

Like her ordinary cry,

Like—but oh how different!

Hears not also mortal Life?

Hear not we, unthinking Creatures!

Slaves of Folly, Love, or Strife,

Voices of two different Natures?