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Image from dreaming

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I have a bird in spring

Which for myself doth sing - 

The spring decoys.

And as the summer nears - 

And as the Rose appears,

Robin is gone.

Yet do I not repine

Knowing that Bird of mine

Though flown - 

Learneth beyond the sea

Melody new for me

And will return.

Fast in a safer hand

Held in a truer Land

Are mine - 

And though they now depart,

Tell I my doubting heart

They're thine.

In a serener Bright,

In a more golden light

I see

Each little doubt and fear,

Each little discord here

Removed.

Then I will not repine,

Knowing that Bird of mine

Though flown

Shall in distant tree

Bright melody for me

Return.