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At this moment I opened my eyes in bed in a house in London, and outside some sparrows were twittering in a tree in the light of the radiant morning; and there were tears still wet upon my face, for one's restraint is feeble while one sleeps. AT THIS MOMENT I OPENED MY EYES IN BED IN A HOUSE IN LONDON AND OUTSIDE SOME SPARROWS WERE TWITTERING IN A TREE IN THE LIGHT OF THE RADIANT MORNING AND THERE WERE TEARS STILL WET UPON MY FACE FOR ONE'S RESTRAINT IS FEEBLE WHEN ONE SLEEPS
." "Let us be kind to him," they said. Then they hopped nearer me and began to sing. It was the time of the rising of the dawn, and from both banks of the river, and from the sky, and from the thickets that were once the streets, hundreds of birds were singing. As the light increased the birds sang more and more; they grew thicker and thicker in the air above my head, till there were thousands of them singing there, and then millions, and at last I could see nothing but a host of flickering wings with the sunlight on them, and little gaps of sky. Then when there was nothing to be heard in London but the myriad notes of that exultant song, my soul rose up from the bones in the hole in the mud and began to climb heavenwards. And it seemed that a lane-way opened amongst the wings of the birds, and it went up and up, and one of the smaller gates of Paradise stood ajar at the end of it. And then I knew by a sign that the mud should receive me no more, for suddenly I found that I could weep. SAID IT IS NOT OUR QUARREL LET US BE KIND TO HIM THEY SAID THEN THEY HOPPED NEARER ME AND BEGAN TO SING IT WAS THE TIME OF THE RISING OF THE DAWN AND FROM BOTH BANKS OF THE RIVER AND FROM THE SKY AND FROM THE THICKETS THAT WERE ONCE THE STREETS HUNDREDS OF BIRDS WERE SINGING AS THE LIGHT INCREASED THE BIRDS SANG MORE AND MORE THEY GREW THICKER AND THICKER IN THE AIR ABOVE MY HEAD TILL THERE WERE THOUSANDS OF THEM SINGING THERE AND THEN MILLIONS AND AT LAST I COULD SEE NOTHING BUT A HOST OF FLICKERING WINGS WITH THE SUNLIGHT ON THEM AND LITTLE GAPS OF SKY THEN WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING TO BE HEARD IN LONDON BUT THE MYRIAD NOTES OF THAT EXULTANT SONG MY SOUL ROSE UP FROM THE BONES OF THE HOLE IN THE MUD AND BEGAN TO CLIMB HEAVENWARDS AND IT SEEMED THAT A LANEWAY OPENED AMONGST THE WINGS OF THE BIRDS AND IT WENT UP AND UP AND ONE OF THE SMALLER GATES OF PARADISE STOOD AJAR AT THE END OF IT AND THEN I KNEW BY A SIGN THAT THE MUD SHOULD RECEIVE ME NO MORE FOR SUDDENLY I FOUND THAT I COULD WEEP
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