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Show The Woods TO A CAGED BIRD. Voice of the forest, tontTje by which it speaks The throbbing gladness of its vernal ver-nal time, No more, no more, your rising pinion seeks The heights sublime. Voice of the forest, once your gay wings beat Against the mountain diademed with stars ; Now do men bid you sing a ooug as sweet To prison bars. Only a singer that they, passing, heard And then desired, like book and pipe and bowl Knowing nor caring when tney cage a bird They cage a soul. (Copvrisht.) n |