THE SCARLET TANAGER.
A dart of flame beneath the sky;
A whir of wings as he dashes by;
A flood of notes from the telephone wire;
The red-bird's song like his coat, a fire.
A whir of wings as he dashes by;
A flood of notes from the telephone wire;
The red-bird's song like his coat, a fire.
THE SWALLOW.
Swallow, swallow, flying low,
Whither dost thou swallow go?
Through the twilight pale and wan,
Whither has the swallow gone?
To the chimney deep and wide,
Where the baby swallows hide.
From its cavern dark and deep,
Comes their cheerful "Cheep! cheep! cheep!"
Whither dost thou swallow go?
Through the twilight pale and wan,
Whither has the swallow gone?
To the chimney deep and wide,
Where the baby swallows hide.
From its cavern dark and deep,
Comes their cheerful "Cheep! cheep! cheep!"
A THOUGHT OF YOU.
There's ever a song somewhere, dear,
Under the morning skies,
Ever a note of bird-cheer
To greet the glad sunrise.
There's ever a song somewhere, dear,
Under the skies of blue,
Ever a thought in my heart, dear,
A thought of you.
Under the morning skies,
Ever a note of bird-cheer
To greet the glad sunrise.
There's ever a song somewhere, dear,
Under the skies of blue,
Ever a thought in my heart, dear,
A thought of you.
Then let us hark for the song, dear,
Whether skies be blue or gray;
The night that seems so long, dear,
May break in glorious day.
So look for the rift in the cloud, dear,
That shows the bonny blue,
And I'll keep the thought in my heart, dear,
The thought of you.
Whether skies be blue or gray;
The night that seems so long, dear,
May break in glorious day.
So look for the rift in the cloud, dear,
That shows the bonny blue,
And I'll keep the thought in my heart, dear,
The thought of you.
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