Queen-Brid that sittest on thy shini,
And thy young ets without sorrow hatchest,
And thou, thou other royal bird, that watchest
Lest the white mother wanderi molest:
Shrined are your offspring in a crystal cradle,
Brighter than Helens ere she yet had burst
Her shelly prison. They shall be born at first
Strong, active, graceful, perfect, swan-like able
To tread the land or waters with security.
Unlike poor human births, ceived in sin,
In grief brought forth, both outwardly and in
fessing weakness, error, and impurity.
Did heavenly creatures own successions line,
The births of heaven like to yours would shine.
(ò﹏ò)
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