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I cannot lose thee for a day,

   But like a bird with restless wing

My heart will find thee far away,

   And on thy bosom fall and sing,

      My nest is here, my rest is here;—

   And in the lull of wind and rain,

   Fresh voices make a sweet refrain,

      ‘His rest is there, his nest is there.’

With thee the wind and sky are fair,

   But parted, both are strange and dark;

And treacherous the quiet air

   That holds me singing like a lark,

      O shield my love, strong arm above!

   Till in the hush of wind and rain,

   Fresh voices make a rich refrain,

      ‘The arm above will shield thy love.’