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The Honey Bird
By Charles Harpur
Wherever in some mountain bower
There blooms a honey-yielding flower,
There too dwells a Bird, to sup
Out of its delicious cup,
And sing at times, lest it should be
O’er fed into satiety.
And so, wherever Loveliness
Dwells secluded—dwells to bless,
Not dazzle; there some destined Spirit
Feeding on its luscious merit,
Can at peace with Passion be
Only through glad Poetry.
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