What joy, when the dew falls and refreshes the lily, which has now cooled off and prepares to rest; what joy, when after its bath the lily sensually dries itself in the first ray of sunlight; and what joy, the long summer day! Ah, just consider them. Consider the lily; consider the bird; and look at them together! What joy, when the bird hides behind the lily, where it has its nest and where it is so indescribably cozy, while it passes the time in jesting and bantering with the lily! What joy when high up from the branch, or higher up, all the way up in the cloud, the bird blissfully keeps its
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