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Is it for thee the Lark ascends and sings?
Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings.
Is it for thee the Linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own and raptures swell the note.
The bounding Steed you pompously bestride
Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride.
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Know Nature’s children all divide her care,
The fur that warms a monarch warmed a Bear.