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POEMS. 115
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T_T IGH from the earth I heard a bird ;
- He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind. A joyous-going fellow
I gathered from his talk, Which both of benediction
And badinage partook, Without apparent burden,
I learned, in leafy wood He was the faithful father
Of a dependent brood ; And this untoward transport
His remedy for care, A contrast to our respites.
How different we are !
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