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Come down from yonder tow'ring height, And sit ye on this spreading bough—
Nay, nay! those crimson clouds of light Allure you onward, upward now.
Had I your wings, thou restless train, I would not mount those clouds of light;
I 'd take my course more near the plain, And find some spot to me more bright.
Some spot, where smiles, that warm the heart, Scatter their purer, richer rays;
Where crimson clouds more softly float In the calm, summer evening's haze.
Some spot, where long belov'd ones tread,
Some sacred hamlet far away ; Quick, quick my pinions should be spread,
And seek those shades without delay.
In part my search would be in vain, For some I 've lov'd I might not find—
Nay, nay! my flight naught should restrain, I'd seek the dwelling of the mind!
I shall have wings, sweet birds, like you, And then I '11 find the lov'd and lost;
I '11 bid the world a long adieu, And fly to what I covet most.
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