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be there in his plain black and white, and 

 Mrs. Bobolink, in her yellow gown. 

 The world will soon be flooded with sun- 

 light and song. But what of these sim- 

 pler songs that cheered us in early spring 

 days when our hearts were heavy ? Will 

 they be lost in the great chorus ? 



Not while the human heart has grati- 

 tude, and the mind can still recall its 

 friends in need. 



We will thank God for bobolink and 

 oriole, tanager and veery, but deep down 

 in our hearts we will still love the blue- 

 birds and the robin, for the olive branch 

 they brought us when we needed cheer. 



