The Oologist. 



Vol. XXXIII. No. 6. Albion, N. Y., June 15, 1916. Whole No. 847 



(honed and Published Monthly, by R. M. Barnes, Albion, N. Y., and Lacon, III. 



THE MEADOWLARK 



His golden breast a-blaze in tlie sun 

 Of the new born clay just begun; 

 Wet with dew, his feet on the sod 

 Of a meadow home; he carols to God. 



Facing the East with a clear, bright eye 

 Watching morn's purple and gold mount high; 

 He sends to his Maker with heart full of cheer 

 A whistle freighted with love, mellow and clear. 



Again and again his glad song he repeats. 

 His mate on her nest, her heart swiftly beats; 

 She lists to the sound that through the mists drift 

 Proud of her Lord and His heavenly gift. 



When suddenly awing, and sails he away, 



To the sweet little mate, whose heart he did sway; 



There in the meadow, diamond with dew 



Two little birds, their love they renew. 



R. M. B. 



