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WILD SCENES AND SONG-BIRDS. 
God is all beneficent, 
God is all by whom we're sent 
His liigh behests from Faith to draw 
And out of mystery find the law ! 
The tender and the virtuous souls, 
They feel the way a bad world rolls ; — 
They write on many a sacred slip 
What shall not come from saintly lip ; — 
They look to thoughts that men ne'er saw, 
And struggle with a holiest awe — 
And struggle with a solemn shade ; 
For nature gives all solemn things ; 
From nature all goes up on wings — 
Most like the thought of passive death, 
Like one who fears no loss of breath, 
Like one who goeth, as flowers die, — 
Exhaling Beauty up the sky ! 
The wings ! the wings ! 0 give us wings ! 
The world has hurt us so, 
The world ! the world is full of wo ! 
"Wings ! let us, let us go ! 
The world ! the world, how hard and drear ! 
The world ! the world, it will not hear ! 
O give us wings and let us go ! — 
The world has hurt us so — 
Go where a singing place is found, 
Where birds need not their wings. 
Where Tom Todd never yet has frowned 
Upon all lovely things. 
IV. 
Elfin are wonders and Elfin are we. 
Elfin is everything under the sea. 
Soothing wretchedness — making earth bright! 
Winter ! — sound thee, for once a deli^'ht ! 
