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sight of. Bright as it is, his coat is not 

 so bright as the livery of the flaming 

 oriole, or the gay scarlet garb of the 

 tanager. 



His song, too, is soon drowned in the 

 great chorus of robin, oriole, bobolink, 

 and song-sparrow, but you will occasion- 

 ally hear his sweet " cheer-i-ly — cheer- 

 i-ly " in lulls of the great rhapsody. 



It sounds faint and far away now, like 

 the retreating spirit of spring, but it al- 

 ways arouses a feeling of deep gratitude 

 in my heart, and I remember him for 

 what he was when the winds still whistled 

 boisterously and the face of the firmament 

 was sombre. 



It is easy enough, I say, for bobolink 

 and all the rest to sing, when the dalliant 

 breezes are heavy with perfume, and earth 

 and sky are full of sunshine and gladness. 

 It is a dull heart indeed that would not 



