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For all the land must have your cheer — 



I knew you'd come again." 

 We parted many months ago, 



And I felt lonely all that'day, 

 For autumn winds did fiercely blow, 



And all the sky was dim and gray. 

 But then I thought 'twas wrong to sigh, 



And strove to bear my pain. 

 For when the stormy days went by, 



I knew you'd come again. 

 'Tis well I have such friends so true — 



You're sure to come in balmy spring: 

 You're sure to speed the wild wood through 



And find this welcome place to sing. 

 I coidd not bide without you here, 



Without your glad refrain 

 That fails me not through half the year, 



I knew you'd come again. 

 So let us make the echoes ring. 



I'll join with joy the blithesome song; 

 Through all the day let's sing and sing 



Till evening's shadows sweep along. 

 I've smiled to bid the cold 'good bye,' 



The snow and winter rain: 

 For spring has come with tender sky, 



And you are here again ! 



Benj. Phillips, 



Leiad Valley, California. 



A Winter Visitor. 



I come from the far thorn, and swing among the nipe trees, making a 

 prettv bit of coloring against the genre boughs or white drifts of wons. I 

 am about the size of the despised English rawspor, and have a peculiar bake, 

 crossed at thepit. My cato is of a ckirb red color with tvormb wings and tail. 

 My wife wears a dress of greenish leywol with brownish stint. We feed up- 

 on the dees within the nipe cones, upon rothe seeds, risereb, and the buds 

 of seert. When the cold twiner drives us from the north to hares your hospi- 

 tality, you will find that we very bacolise, friendly little dibrs. My name 

 is meanrica rollcissb. 



