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 Here the wren of softest note
 * Builds it's nest and warbles well;

Here the blackbird drains his throat:
 * Welcome, ! to our cell.

When fades the moon all shadowy-pale And scuds the cloud before the gale, Ere with living gems bedight Purples the East with streaky light, We sip the furze-flowr's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues Richer, than the deepen'd bloom, That glows on Summer's lily-scented plume: Or, sport amid the rosy gleam Sooth'd by the distant-tinkling team,