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 In all this love-ly West-ern land, A spot so love - ly yet;

My ri - fle for thy feast shall bring The wild-swan from the sky.

And at my si - lent win - do w- sill The jes- sa - mine peeps in.

But I shall think it fair - er When thou art come to bless,

The for-est&rsquo;s leap - ing pan - ther. Fierce, beauti - ful and fleet,

All day the red - bird war - bles Up - on the mulber-ry near,

With thy sweet smile and sil - ver voice, Its si - lent love - li - ness.

Shall yield his spot- ted hide to be A car - pet for thy feet.

And the night - spar- row trills her song All night, with none to hear.