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SHARP EYES 



up" of the robin; the "pu- 

 rity, purity" of the blue- 

 bird; the "phebe," the 

 " conkaree " of the redwing 

 in the bog, to say nothing 

 of many other songs which 

 the poets have similarly 

 translated. Every April 

 lover will recall the "quick, 

 quick, quick, quick" of the 



) 









flicker in the budding 



woods ; the " spring o' the 



year," or " I see, I see you," 



from the meadow -lark in 



the distant field, or the "sweet, 



sweet bitter," and we know not 



what else, of the song-sparrow. 



But when it comes to the real 

 " first pledge " of April among 



