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Illustration
by G. H. CLEMENTS
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The Caged Goldfinch
Within a churchyard, on a recent
grave,
I saw a little cage
That jailed a goldfinch. All was
silence save
Its hops from stage to stage.
There was inquiry in its wistful eye,
And once it tried to sing;
Of him or her who placed it there, and
why,
No one knew anything.
-Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
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