I from their nests the little birds conveyed—
At first, of reeds I cages for them made,
Where, mid green mosses, I to tame them tried.
Later, I used to leave the windows wide:
They flew not off, or if the woods their choice,
Still they returned whene’er they heard my voice.
A dove and I long lived in friendliness!
Now I the art of taming souls possess.

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