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sing at this glad season, but my little 

 blue-coated songster showed you the way, 

 and his was the sweet prelude to this rap- 

 turous anthem. Would you, who sing 

 when life is nought but song, have sung 

 when the old world was bare and desolate ? 



It was my little spring herald that 

 taught me the greatest lesson that we can 

 learn in this life ; that of hope and trust, 

 optimism and good cheer. 



If, like him, we can smile when clouds 

 are over us, and laugh out of a lonely heart, 

 we are masters of life, and all it contains. 



So I contend, that of all the birds that 

 we love, both for their song and their 

 plumage, for their morals and their 

 manners, if any one were to be stricken 

 from the list, we could least spare the 

 bluebird, for without him there would be 

 no spring, and no reawakening of glad 

 new life. 



