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Rh Chirp, chirp, I went, nor hoped a nobler strain;

But Heaven decreed I should not pipe in vain,

For, lo! not far from there, in secret dale,

All silent, sat an ancient nightingale.

My sparrow notes he heard; thereat awoke;

And with a tide of song his silence broke. 28