Hunting in Many Lands 



tide he listens to the bugle call of the great 

 migration in the skies and exclaims : 



Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, 

 No winter in thy year. 



He feels the love that is begotten by con- 

 tact with nature, and he it is in these later 

 days who has extended the laws to protect all 

 birds of meadow and woods, while in return he 

 is rewarded by a choir of songsters giving 

 thanks in musical numbers, 



Better than all measures 



Of delightful sound, 

 Better than all treasures, 



That in books are found. 



Chas. E, Whitehead. 



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