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The New-Comers

Two swallows—each preening a long glossy feather;
Now they gossip and dart through the silvery weather;
Oh, praise to the Highest—two lovers together—
Free, free, in the fathomless world of air.


No fate to oppose and no fortune to sunder;
Blue sky overhead—green sea breaking under;
And their home on the cliff in the midst of the wonder,
Hung high beyond fear on the gray granite stair.

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