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MORN breaks; a silver light is shed over the blue and starry sky. Pleasant to feel is the breath of dawn. Night brings repose, but day brings joy. |
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The carol of a lonely bird singing in the wilderness! A lonely bird that sings with glee! Sunny and sweet, and light and clear, its airy notes float through the sky, and trill with innocent revelry. |
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The lonely youth on the lonely bird upgazes from the fountain’s side. High in the air it proudly floats, balancing its crimson wings, and its snowy tail, long, delicate, and thin, shines like a sparkling meteor in the sun. |
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The carol of a lonely bird singing in the wilderness! Suddenly it downward dashes, and thrice with circling grace it flies around the head of the Hebrew Prince. Then by his side it gently drops a bunch of fresh and fragrant dates. |
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’Tis gone, ’tis gone! that cheerful stranger, gone to the palmy
land it loves; gone like a bright and pleasant dream. A moment since
and it was there, glancing in the sunny air, and now the sky is
without a guest. Alas, alas! no more is heard the carol of that
lonely bird singing in the wilderness. |
