[I.]
Arise my Dove, from mid'st of Pots arise,
Thy sully'd Habitation leave,
To Dust no longer cleave,
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The Bird of Paradise, the Soul- God sent us with every necessary element in nature to live best on this earth....as the soul of paradise we need to use all the elements in nature wisely.....
Thus ever ready stand to take thy Eternal Flight.
" A walk which does no limits know" . A wonderful conceptualization worthy of classic poem of the day.