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FEEL THY release in the air, O bird,

let not thy wings be timid.

Yield not to the lure of the nest,

to the enchantment of the night.

Dost thou not feel the hidden hope

that hums in thy dream when thou sleepest

and in the expectant dark of the dawn

the silent promise that reveals itself

as it rends the veil from the face of the bud.

 

 

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