AYES 



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' { No longer now the winged habitants 

 That in the woods their sweet lives sing away 

 Flee from the form of man ; but gather round, 

 And prune their sunny feathers on the hands 

 Which little children stretch in friendly sport 

 Toward these dreadless partners of their play. 



. . . Happiness 

 And science dawn, though late, upon earth." 



FIG. 294. Our national bird, the bald eagle. Photograph 

 of a mount by Neal. One sixth life size. 



