THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
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At sight of the first feeble ray, 
That pierces the clouds of the east, 
To inveigle thee every day, 
My windows shall shew thee a feast. 
For, taught by experience, I know 
Thee mindful of benefit long ; 
And that, thankful for all I bestow, 
Thou wilt pay me with many a song. 
There, soon as the swell of the buds 
Bespeaks the renewal of spring. 
Fly hence, if thou wilt, to the woods, 
Or where it shall please thee to sing : — 
And shouldst thou, compelled by a frost, 
Come again to my window or door, 
Doubt not an affectionate host, 
Only pay as thou payMst me before. 
Thus music must needs be confessed 
To flow from a fountain above ; 
Else how could it work in the breast 
Unchangeable friendship and love ? 
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