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...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught...

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...never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all...What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain 1 What fields, or waves, or mountains T What shapes of sky or plain Î What love of thine own kind...

...delightful song, as the skylark of our own plains. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?...waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? The cuckoo is the identical bird of Europe; and his familiar note may be heard in all the highlands...