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Ye too, the free and fearless Birds of air, Were charg'd that hour, on missionary wing, The same bright lesson o'er the seas to bear, Heaven-guided wanderers with the winds of spring! Sing on, before the storm and after, sing! And call us to your echoing woods away From worldly cares; and bid our spirits bring Faith to imbibe deep wisdom from your lay. So may those blessed vernal strains renew Childhood, a childhood yet more pure and true E'en than the first, within th' awaken'd mind; While sweetly, joyously, they tell of life, That knows no doubts, no questionings, no strife, But hangs upon its God, unconsciously resigned.