The Owl and the Nightingale Nightingale Continues Part 52 Now man contrives by strength and sense That nothing has his eminence And though all brute strengths join their skill The guile of man is greater still For human wit and penetration Master all the brute creation One song from me outclasses all Your dreary year long caterwaul Men love me for my singing art But hate you for your violent heart So why do you think the worse of me For having one sole faculty?
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