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By Robert Nichoj ^ l . The songs of nature , holiest , best , are they ! The sad winds sighing through the leafy trees — The lone lake ' s murmurs to the mountain breeze The streams' soft whispers , as they fondly stray Through dingles wild and over flowery leas , Are sweetly holy ; but the purest hymn—A melody like some old prophet-lay—Is thine , poured forth from hedge and thicket dim—Linnet ! wild Linnet !
The poor , the scorned and lowly , forth may go Into the woods and dells , where leaves are green ; And ' mong the breathing forest flowers may lean , And hear thy music wandering to and fro , Like sunshine glancing o ' er the summer scene ! Thou poor man ' s songster !—neither wealth nor power Can vary the sweetness thou around dost throw ! j Oh ! bless thee for the joy of many an hour— -. Linnet ! wild Linnet !
In sombre forest , grey and melancholy , Yet sweet withal and full of love and peace , And ' mid the furze wrapped in a golden fleece Of blossoms , and in hedgerows green and lowly ; Ou thymy banks , where wild bees never cease Their murmur-song , thou hast thy home of love ! Like some lone hermit , far from sin and folly , 'Tis thine through forest fragrancies to rove—Linnet ! wild Linnet ;
Some humble heart is sore and sick with grief , And straight thou comest with thy gentle song To wile the sufferer from his hate or wrong , By bringing nature ' s love to his relief ! Thou eharmest by the sick child ' s window long , Till racking pain itself be wooed to sleep ; And when away have vanished flower and leuf , Thy lonely wailing voice for them doth weep—Linnet ! wild Linnet
God saw how much of woe and grief and care Man ' s faults und follies on the earth would make ; And thee , sweet singer , for his creatures' sake He sent to warble wildly everywhere , And b y thy voice our souls to love to wake ! Oh ! blessed wandering spirit ! unto thee Pure heurta are knit , as unto things too fair , And good , and beautiful of earth to be— - Linnet ! wild Linnet !
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1836, page 159, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2655/page/31/
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