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For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 🔊

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow! 🔊

And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. 🔊

It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, 🔊

The spirit slid: and it was he That made the ship to go. 🔊

What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' 🔊

But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: 🔊

He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. 🔊

Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?' 🔊

For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. 🔊

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