dos, the Golden Bird, would fly, hot close a hand upon hers She belongeth to the sky, With all the winds of heaven on hee:
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110 who Joy' of Life would store Heart of his be widely open: throw the key out with the door.
Throw the hope out with the Give her, ax she finds in xky. Place to' dip ati soar anal fly, She will come again, T wists She of thee shall not be fi ated; She shall sing upon thy fi By hor shall thy dark be lighted; By her freedom thou art given main' part in what has been said. there ave a few points on which it: takes issue. "One of these is the im: is not a cheer. LENGTH 1S cONFritis thought to, DENTLY EXPECTED contemplate. isa, BU Coats. more rich with the thaw he with those."
Bight and room in joyous heaven.
Janes StePHENs.
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