From out his leafy bower;
His last trill dies on the water;
It dies on the mountains' breast;
It fades in the tranquil silence,
And nature is at rest,
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W. S. B.
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From out his leafy bower;
His last trill dies on the water;
It dies on the mountains' breast;
It fades in the tranquil silence,
And nature is at rest,
W. S. B.