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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?
Upon the Fish in the Water
The water is the fish’s element;
Take her from thence, none can her death prevent;
Meditations Upon Peep Of Day
I fancy that I see a little light
Upon the Vine-Tree
What is the vine, more than another tree?
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