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! this is not thy sphere! Warrior bird! what seek'st thou here? Wherefore by the fountain's brink Doth thy royal pinion sink? Wherefore on the violet's bed Lay'st thou thus thy drooping head? Thou, that hold'st the blast in scorn, Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn!

Eagle! wilt thou not arise? Look upon thine own bright skies! Lift thy glance! the fiery sun There his pride of place hath won!