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43 lines
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Will lead my steps aright.
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In the long way that I must tread alone,
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Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
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He, who, from zone to zone,
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And shall not soon depart.
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Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
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Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
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Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
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Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
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And scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend
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Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
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And soon that toil shall end,
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Though the dark night is near.
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Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
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At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere:
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All day thy wings have fann'd
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Lone wandering, but not lost.
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The desert and illimitable air,--
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Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,--
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There is a Power whose care
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On the chafed ocean side?
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Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
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Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
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Seek'st thou the plashy brink
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Thy figure floats along.
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As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
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Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
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Vainly the fowler's eye
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Thy solitary way?
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Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
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While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
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Whither, 'midst falling dew,
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by William Cullen Bryant
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To a Waterfowl;
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