By the God who never lies, It will come! It will come! With a place for you and me, It will come! At the feastings of the Free, It will come! With a place for you and me, At the feastings of the Free, With eternal Jubilee, It will come! It will come! BIRD OF THE SUMMERING NORTH. Bird of the summering North, Whither away? Fly you so gaily forth Simply to stay Nested in northern bowers Till the late flushing flowers Turn in October hours
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