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, return, my Bird! I have dress'd thy cage with flowers, 'Tis lovely as a violet bank In the heart of forest bowers.

"I am free, I am free, I return no more!   The weary time of the cage is o'er! Through the rolling clouds I can soar on high,    The sky is around me, the blue bright sky!

"The hills lie beneath me, spread far and clear,   With their glowing heath-flowers and bounding deer; I see the waves flash on the sunny shore—    I am free, I am free—I return no more!"