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A SONG IN THE WOOD.
A SONG IN THE WOOD.
FOUND a shy little violet rootHalf hid in the woods, on a day of spring,
And a bird flew over, and looked at it, too,
And for joy, as he looked, began to sing.
The sky was the tenderest blue above,—
And the flower like a bit of the sky below
And between them the wonderful winds of God
On heavenly errands went to and fro.
And the flower like a bit of the sky below
And between them the wonderful winds of God
On heavenly errands went to and fro.
Away from the summer, and out of the South
The bird had followed an instinct true,
As out from the brown and desolate sod
Stepped the shy little blossom, with eyes of blue.
The bird had followed an instinct true,
As out from the brown and desolate sod
Stepped the shy little blossom, with eyes of blue.
