. The Oölogist for the student of birds, their nests and eggs . H^lii^ii with thy art, Na - ture di - vine I Thou canst car- ing naught, Light is dawn - ing; On wings by thy hand, God of the sky! I soar of thy wood, Na - ture most sweet; Tis there, re - lease my soul dost thou lift me from this high crest, on bend - ed knee,. From ev-ry flow-ring knoll, And thou canst have my praise And car - ry me with thee, Sooth-ing me as I rise Oer tree-top,bird and in my throbbing breast, I ev - er bow to thee, I know tliou lov - est me For - ev - er thine. A - bove the soul still sin

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. The Oölogist for the student of birds, their nests and eggs . H^lii^ii with thy art, Na - ture di - vine I Thou canst car- ing naught, Light is dawn - ing; On wings by thy hand, God of the sky! I soar of thy wood, Na - ture most sweet; Tis there, re - lease my soul dost thou lift me from this high crest, on bend - ed knee,. From ev-ry flow-ring knoll, And thou canst have my praise And car - ry me with thee, Sooth-ing me as I rise Oer tree-top,bird and in my throbbing breast, I ev - er bow to thee, I know tliou lov - est me For - ev - er thine. A - bove the soul still sings. In thy re - treat!

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