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SONG by VICTOR MARIE HUGO

First Line: MY SONGS, POOR EPHEMERAL THINGS
Last Line: TO WAFT THEM O'ER LAND AND O'ER SEA.
My songs, poor ephemeral things,
Would fly to thy garden so fair,
If they had but the tremulous wings
That speed the light bird through the air.

Like fire-sparks that gaily up-spring,
They would fly to thy welcoming hearth,
If they had but the venturesome wing,
That lifts thought afar from the earth.

Night and day, they would faithfully bring
Sweet messages, dearest to thee,
If they had but Love's butterfly wing,
To waft them o'er land and o'er sea.



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