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<a name="l1"></a><span class=cF0>Will lead my steps aright.
<a name="l2"></a>In the long way that I must tread alone,
<a name="l3"></a>Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
<a name="l4"></a>He, who, from zone to zone,
<a name="l5"></a>
<a name="l6"></a>And shall not soon depart.
<a name="l7"></a>Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
<a name="l8"></a>Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
<a name="l9"></a>Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
<a name="l10"></a>
<a name="l11"></a>Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.
<a name="l12"></a>And scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend
<a name="l13"></a>Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
<a name="l14"></a>And soon that toil shall end,
<a name="l15"></a>
<a name="l16"></a>Though the dark night is near.
<a name="l17"></a>Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
<a name="l18"></a>At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere:
<a name="l19"></a>All day thy wings have fann'd
<a name="l20"></a>
<a name="l21"></a>Lone wandering, but not lost.
<a name="l22"></a>The desert and illimitable air,--
<a name="l23"></a>Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,--
<a name="l24"></a>There is a Power whose care
<a name="l25"></a>
<a name="l26"></a>On the chafed ocean side?
<a name="l27"></a>Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
<a name="l28"></a>Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
<a name="l29"></a>Seek'st thou the plashy brink
<a name="l30"></a>
<a name="l31"></a>Thy figure floats along.
<a name="l32"></a>As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
<a name="l33"></a>Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
<a name="l34"></a>Vainly the fowler's eye
<a name="l35"></a>
<a name="l36"></a>Thy solitary way?
<a name="l37"></a>Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
<a name="l38"></a>While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
<a name="l39"></a>Whither, 'midst falling dew,
<a name="l40"></a>
<a name="l41"></a>by William Cullen Bryant
<a name="l42"></a>To a Waterfowl;
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