Thrasher, Brown. Brown Thrush 



And the brown thrush keeps singing, " A nest do you see, 



And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper tree? 

 Don't meddle! don't touch! Uttle girl, little boy, 

 Or the world will lose some of its joy! 

 Now I'm glad, now I'm free! 

 And I always shall be, 

 If you never bring sorrow to me." 



So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree. 



To you and to me, to you and to me; 

 And he sings all the day, Httle girl, httle boy, 

 ''Oh, the world's running over with joy! 

 But long it won't be. 



Don't you know? don't you see? 

 Unless we are as good as can be!" 



Lucy Larcom. 



THRUSH, HERMIT 



As the name implies, it is the most secretive of the 

 thrushes in its habits, and would be little known were 

 it not so abundant and so widely dispersed during the 

 migrations. 



Stearns. New England Bird Life.^^ 



In the middle and eastern states, during the period of 

 song, it is found only in the deepest and most remote 

 forests, usually in damp and swampy localities. On this 

 account the people in the Adirondack region call it the 

 " Swamp Angel. " 



Burroughs. Wake Robin.^ 



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