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A Spring Bird's Song
O, dear little bird! Â Sit and sing now for me?
Tell me what it is like? What it is you have seen?
Just how high can you fly? Just how far can you see?
Of where you have come? And what lies between.
Of fresh breaking Spring, the fall of warm rain,
Of lifting grey fog stirred over the dale,
Of rising sun's light 'cross broad open plain,
Of winter thaw's sound in deep river vale.
Of oceans wide calm and rivers loud roar,
Of frost's nipping cold, which drove your long flight
From where you were born, learned to sing, and to soar.
Now homeward you're bound, after winter's long night
And here just to stay, to rest tired wing.
So lucky we are, to hear the bird sing.
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