^be fragrant 1Rote Booh '- 



\ I (Voice of the Birds) 



The tanager calls to his modest mate, 

 (Scarlet contrast to the drab sedate!) 

 Orioles gold and flickers bold, 



Up in the tree-top and down by the gate. 

 Prim little fellows, the finches in yellows 

 Cutting a swath with their undulant flight; 

 The robin red-breasted, the wood-pecker crested,^ 

 No wing ever rested \ I \ L ^ 



Till day ends in night. / S^ 





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(The Garden Voice again) 



Come walk with me. I'd talk with thee 



Of joys which were and are to be, 



Of woods and brooks and pools and nooks, 



Of this to hear and that to see ! 

 Of children Maying, farmers haying, , 

 Lambs that frisk, tree-tops swaying, \ 

 Sunny days, honey days. 



Lights and shadows always playing; 

 Birds alight and birds aflight 

 Coming, going, — mom 'till night. 

 Garden hours like scented flowers 



Fill my summer day's delight. 



