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I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
I do sing because I must,
And pipe but as the linnets sing.
Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
Linnets . . . sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock.
Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough,
And gay with gilded wings,
Perchance the patron of his vow,
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Perch'd on the cedar's topmost bough,
And gay with gilded wings,
Perchance the patron of his vow,
Some artless linnet sings.
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy read more
Hail to thee, far above the rest
In joy of voice and pinion!
Thou, linnet! in thy green array,
Presiding spirit here to-day,
Dost lead the revels of the May;
And this is thy dominion.