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The Mystery of Life
The Mystery of Life
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Solitude
SOLITUDE! where shall I find Thee, pleasing to the thoughtful mind?
Sweet delights to thee belong,
Untasted by the vulgar throng.
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Upon the Swallow
This pretty bird, O! how she flies and sings, But could she do so if she had not wings?
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Upon the Fish in the Water
The water is the fish’s element;
Take her from thence, none can her death prevent;
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Upon the Flint in the Water
Flint is an emblem is of those that lie!
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Of Fowls Flying in the Air
Methinks I see a sight most excellent
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Upon the Lark and the Fowler
Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?
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