 There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,...  Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art - Side 250redigeret af - 1851Fuld visning - Om denne bog
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...oooaV— The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lort. A]'- day thy wings have fann'd, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet...the welcome land, Though the dark night is near, And aooti that toil shall end. Soon shalt them find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows... | |
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