What tells me to roam?What drags me and lures me
Up she springs--I fly away,
No longer do they hear my plaintive song,
MIGHTY Brama, now I'll bless thee!
And the sly Valet de place thinks but of lies and deceit.If I attempt to escape, the Postmaster fastens upon me,
And gun full-charged, I tread,And hov'ring see thine image sweet,
Address thee.With her sweet loving glance, oh say,Can she thy flowing current stay?
Let them whirl round, then, and leave us to wander!
ONE Spring-morning bright and fair,
I after him hied,--Each province, each country
He with this was not content,
For some one must be their possessor.
Each thing of mortal birth
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