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Then grief, and care, and vain deploring,
Earth's cumbrous brood, it leaves behind:

Then wave thy wing—we'll rise together,
While man, the reptile, crawls below;
We'll float mid golden fields of æther,
And revel 'mid the sun-beam's glow!!

And when the dewy-mantled even
Summons each weary wing to rest,
With thee I'll quit yon spangled heaven,
To slumber on a rose's breast!

No! fare thee well! for Fate's dominion
Has bound to earth my dull career;
Go, wave far off thy gaudy pinion,
And leave the wayward murm'rer here!