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I am fond of tho swallow—T learn from her flight)
Had I skill to improve it, a lesson of love :
How seldom on earth do wc see her alight !
She dwells in the skies, she is ever above.

It is on the wing that she takes her repose,
Suspended and poised in the regions of air,
fTU not in our fields that her sustenance growe,
It is wing’d like herself, 'tis ethereal fare.

She comes in the spring, all the summer she stays,
And, dreading the cold, still follows the sun—
So, true to our love, wc should covet his raya,
And the placc where ho shines not immediately shun.

Our light ehould be love, and our nourishment prayer;
It is dangeroua food that wc find upon earth ;
The fruit of this world is beset with a saaro,
In itself it is hurtfui, as vile in its birth,
'THb rarely, if evotj she settles below,
And only when building a nest for her young;
Were it not for her brood, she would never bestow
A thought upon any thing 61 thy as dung.
Let us leave it otuselves, ftis a mortal abode,)
To baak every moment in infinite love;
Let us fly the dark winter, aud follow the road
That leads to the dayapring appearing above.

THE END.