High from the earth I heard a bird; He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly Upon a pile of wind Which in a perturbation Nature had left behind. A joyous going fellow I gathered from his talk Which both of benediction And badinage partook Without apparent burden. I subsequently learned He was the faithful father Of a dependent brood. And this untoward transport His remedy for care, - A contrast to our respites. How different we are!
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