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0 BLITIIZ New-comer I I h&ve heard,
I bea.r thee, and rejoice.
0 cuckoo I ahall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice tWhile I am lying on the graaa
Thy twofold about I hear,
From hill to hill it eeema to pe.as,
At once far off, and near.Though babbling only to the vale
or 8Ql18hlne a.nd of tlowera,
Thou bringest unto me a tale
Ohiaionary hon.rs.
Thrice welcome, darling of the apring I
Even yet thou art to roe
No bird, bnt a.n inviaible thing,
A voice, a mystery ;
The same whom iD my. achool-boy days
I liaten'd to ; that cry
Whlcb made me look a thousand waya
In bush, a.nd .tree, and eky.To seek thee often did I rove
Through woods a.nd on the pen ;
A.nd thou wert still a hope, a fove
Stilllong'd for, never Men.And I can liRten to thee yet;
Can lie upou the plain
A.nd liateni till 1 do beget
That go den time again.0 bleaaed bird I the earth we po.ce
A.gnin appears to be
An unsubstantial fal!ry place,
That ie fit home for thee.
W OILD6WOBII"Jt.
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