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From deep secluded recesses, 



From the fragrant cedars, and the ghostly pines 



so still, 

 Came the carol of the bird. 



And the charm of the carol rapt me, 



As I held, as if by their hands, my comrades in 



the night; 

 And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of 



the bird. 



Passing the visions, passing the night; 

 Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' 



hands; 

 Passing the song of the hermit bird, and the 



tallying song of my soul, 



(Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet vary- 

 ing, ever-altering song, 

 As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising 



and falling, flooding the night, 

 Sadly sinking and fainting, as waning and 



warning, and yet again bursting with joy, 

 Covering the earth, and filling the spread of the 



heaven, 

 As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from 



recesses, ) 



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