Sparrow, Song 



The Song Sparrow 



Sunshine set to music! 



Hear the sparrow sing! 

 In his note is freshness 



Of the new-born Spring: 

 In his trill deUcious 



Summer overflows — 

 Whiteness of the Hly, 



Sweetness of the rose. 



Splendor of the sunrise, 



Fragrance of the breeze, 

 Crystal of the brooklet 



Trickling under trees, 

 Over moss and pebbles — 



Hark! you have them all 

 Prophesied and chanted 



In the sparrow's call. 



Song Sparrow 



A few notes, three or four, 

 Repeated o'er and o'er 



In low soft, hquid strains. 

 Make all thy hymn of praise, 

 Sing all love's tender lays. 



Sing even love's sweet pains. 



Thy fond mate sitting near 

 Is glad as I to hear 



That triumph of thine art; 



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