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chapter-247		chapter-247			.txt	text/plain	139	13	89	Wandering at morn, Wandering at morn, Emerging from the night from gloomy thoughts, thee in my thoughts, Yearning for thee harmonious Union! thee, singing bird divine! Thee coild in evil times my country, with craft and black dismay, with every meanness, treason thrust upon thee, This common marvel I beheld--the parent thrush I watchd feeding its young, The singing thrush whose tones of joy and faith ecstatic, Fail not to certify and cheer my soul. There ponderd, felt I, If worms, snakes, loathsome grubs, may to sweet spiritual songs be turnd, If vermin so transposed, so used and blessd may be, Then may I trust in you, your fortunes, days, my country; Who knows but these may be the lessons fit for you? From these your future song may rise with joyous trills, Destind to fill the world.	./cache/chapter-247.txt	./txt/chapter-247.txt