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160 POEMS.
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WHERE every bird is bold to go, And bees abashless play, The foreigner before he knocks Must thrust the tears away.
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160 POEMS.
��XXII.
WHERE every bird is bold to go, And bees abashless play, The foreigner before he knocks Must thrust the tears away.
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