U THUS ETERNITY APPROACHETH U 



Solitary, the thrush, 



The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the 



settlements, 

 Sings by himself a song. 



Sing on, there in the swamp! 



singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes 



I hear your call; 



1 hear I come presently I understand you; 

 But a moment I linger for the lustrous star has 



detained me; 



The star, my departing comrade, holds and de- 

 tains me. 



O how shall I warble myself for the dead one 



there I loved? 

 And how shall I deck my song for the large 



sweet soul that has gone? 

 And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of 



him I love? 



Sea-winds, blown from east and west, 



Blown from the eastern sea, and blown from the 



western sea, till there on the prairies 



meeting; 



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