From out the fulness of thy strength and will

This courage to me. Though the rugged hill

Looms high, and fronts our vision, yet our heaven

(I see it when I sleep) with portals wide

And shining towers, gleams on the farther side.

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Song.

"Tshirr!" scolds the oriole

Where the elms stir,

Flaunting her gourd-like nest

On the tree's swaying crest:

"May's here, I cannot rest,

Go away; tshirr!"

"Tshirr!" scolds the oriole

Where the leaves blur,

Giving her threads a jerk,

Spying where rivals lurk,

"May's here, and I'm at work.

Go away, tshirr!"

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