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POEMS.
OH, FOR THE SONGS OF BIRDS.
Oh, for the songs of birds
Sprinkled through the air;
The air that's so chill,
Like a heart that's still.
Still with a pain it knows,
Still as the hush of snows.
Oh, for the sweet, sweet joy,
Of a new bright earth;
The air that's so sweet,
Where the blossoms meet,
Tangled in tufts of green,
Shafts of light between.
