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...sunny fields, to the forest glades ! Is there not religion there ? Listen to the sky-piercing lark ! " Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy »brill delight." Hear, and heed! for the bird's song is a holier hymn than the organ-aided Te Deum....

...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose raee ia just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day -light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver...

...Like a star of heaven, In the broad day -light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn elear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voiee is loud,...

...fowl will Biddleize and Swartieoutize, and make the fowlers who are after them d—n their eyes ! " The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day light, Thou art unseen, and yet I hear thy shrill delight." No matter. There are ducks enough left,...

...which clouds are brightening, _ Thou dost float and run ; 'ke an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...run. Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even . Melts around thy night ; 1. Keen arc the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run . Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With...

...dost float and run ; Like an embodied joy, whose race has just begun The pale purple even Melts round thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere Whose intense lamp narrows All the earth and air With...