You said in our old ash-tree a bird had built its nest; Perhaps this very linnet has there its place of rest. Now who will keep his little ones when night begins to fall? They have no other shelter, and they will perish all. There'll be no more sweet singing within that lonely grove; Now, Henry, free your prisoner, I pray you, for my love. Our father is a soldier, and in some distant war He too might be a prisoner in foreign lands afar.
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