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of Time on your fruitful bough What are the songs you sing? . . . Songs of the glory and gladness of life, Of poignant sorrow and passionate strife, And the lilting joy of the spring; Of hope that sows for the years unborn, And faith that dreams of a tarrying morn, The fragrant peace of the twilight's breath, And the mystic silence that men call death.

O Bird of Time, say where did you learn The changing measures you sing? . . . In blowing forests and breaking tides, In the happy laughter of new-made brides, 11