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The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

— Thomas Moore Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed (1919)

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But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.

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And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers
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Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me!

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