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 THE BLUE-BIRD'S SONG. 



Sylvia Sialis. — (Lath.) 



Free from sorrow, free from strife, 

 What is like domestic life ? 

 Over mountain, over hill, 

 Vagrant birds may wander still ; 

 I, contented, will not roam ; 

 Sweet are the delights of Home ! 



Seek thou glory's sanguine field ; — 

 Seek whatever fame may yield ; — 

 Seek thou honour, seek thou wealth — 

 Seek, still seek, and squander health ; — 

 I, contented, will not roam ; 

 Sweet are the delights of Home ! 



Home ! thy magic circles round 

 What of peace on earth is found ; 

 Love — affection — friendship — all 

 That the virtues we may call. 

 I, contented, will not roam ; 

 Sweet are the delights of Home !* 



* "There is a magic in that little word, 

 It is a mystic circle that surrounds 

 Comforts and virtues, never known beyond 

 The hallowed limit." 



Sovthey's Hymns to the Penutes. 



