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EMBLEM of Innocence! spotless and pure,
There are birds of a summer-land, gentle Dove, Whose plumage than thine is more bright;
The humming-bird there, and the gay paroquet,— But even than they thou art lovelier yet,
Sweet bird with the plumage of white.
For purity rests on thy feathers of snow,
The eagle is queen of the cliff and the wave,
Farewell, then, sweet Dove! if the winter is cold,
EAGLE! this is not thy sphere!
Warrior-bird, what seek'st thou here?
Wherefore, by the fountain's brink,
Doth thy royal pinion sink?
Eagle! wilt thou not arise!
Look upon thine own bright skies!
Lift thy glance! the fiery sun
There his pride of place has won;
And the mounting lark is there,
Eagle! Eagle! thou hast bow'd
Thou hast stoop'd too near the earth,
Wert thou weary of thy throne?
Chill and lone it well might be,
Yet that mighty wing was free!
Now that chain is o'er thee cast;