If it d0es n0t g0 t0 y0ur heart t0 see The helpless pity 0f th0se bruised wings, The tireless eff0rt t0 which it clings T0 the strain and the will t0 be free, I kn0w n0t h0w I shall set in w0rds The nneaning 0f G0d in this, F0r the l0veliest thing in this w0rld 0f His Are the ways and the s0ngs 0f birds. But the sky, the sky, the wide, free sky, F0r the h0nne 0f the s0ng-bird's heart!"

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