Of every bird from cover, the least part
Of every flower he held in awe. Yet earth
Gave him no joy between his death and birth.
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“I know my good is hidden at your breast.
There is a sound of great good in my ear,
Like wings. And, oh! this moment is the best;
I shall not fail—I taste it—it comes near.
As men from a dark dungeon see the clear
Stars shining and the filled streams far away,