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, joyous birds of the wandering wing! Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring? —"We come from the shores of the green old Nile, From the land where the roses of Sharon smile, From the palms that wave thro' the Indian sky, From the myrrh-trees of glowing Araby.

"We have swept o'er cities in song renown'd— Silent they lie, with the deserts round! We have cross'd proud rivers, whose tide hath roll'd All dark with the warrior-blood of old; And each worn wing hath regain'd its home, Under peasant's roof-tree, or monarch's dome."