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If my house-swallow, laboring with zest, Felt like myself the burden of unrest,
 * Unlightened by inscrutable designs,

She would not build her young that cozy nest.

Thy life with guiltless life-blood do not stain— Hunt not the children of the woods; in vain
 * Thou'lt try one day to wash thy bloody hand

Nor hunter here nor hunted long remain