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LEANDER sj KEYSER 



The thrush that carols at the dawn of day 



From the green steeples of ihe piny wood ; 

 The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay, 



Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ; 

 The bluebird balancing on some topmost spray, 



Flooding with melody the neighborhood ; 

 Linnet and meadow-lark, and all the throng 



That dwell in nests, and have the gift of song. 



Longfellow. 



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