Bluebird 



A welcome warm aw^aits thee 



Bright herald of the spring. 



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Sparrows far off, and nearer, April's bird, 

 Blue-coated,— flying before from tree to tree, 

 Courageous sing a dehcate overture 

 To lead the tardy concert of the year. 



Emerson. 



Hark! 'T is the bluebird's venturous strain 

 High on the old fringed elm at the gate — 

 Sweet-voiced, valiant on the swaying bough. 



Alert, elate. 

 Dodging the fitful spits of snow, 

 New England's poet-laureate 

 Telling us Spring has come again. 



T. B. Aldrich. 



The bluebird, shifting his light load of song 

 From post to post along the cheerless fence. 

 Was as a rhymer ere the poet came. 



Lowell, 



Bluebird 



This earliest May day herald, 



This prophet of the spring, 

 Has brought celestial color 



Upon his breezy wing. 



Heaven loves to scatter earthward 



Flakes of its own soft hue; 

 The first bird, the last blossom 



Wear the same shade of blue. 



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