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HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES

First Line: THE TEARS O'ERFLOW'D FAIR CYNTHIA'S EYES
Last Line: THEN PLEAS'D, SHE LAUGH'D, AND DRIED HER FACE.
Subject(s): TEARS;
THE tears o'erflow'd fair Cynthia's eyes,
Her pretty bird away was flown;
For this great loss she made her moan,
And quarrell'd with her destinies.

My Heart a secret joy exprest,
As hoping good from that escape,
Took wings, and in the fug'tive's shape,
Got shelter in her snowy breast.

Which prov'd a fatal resting-place,
For she, th' impostor when she found,
Gave it with spite a mortal wound,
Then pleas'd, she laugh'd, and dried her face.



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