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MY LIFE AS A NATURALIST 



Joy-bird of early Spring ; 



Compass in feathers ; 

 Head to the breeze thou soarest 



High in all weathers. 



Bird-sprite of lilting lay ; 



Laureate of glee ; 

 Lone minstrel of the air, 



Happy and free. 



Sing thou again to me, 



Through ram or shine, 

 Shimmering bridal-songs ; 



Minstrel divine ! 



Brown bird of Happy-land, 



Sing, ever sing 

 Call Earth from her slumber, 



Thou Herald of Spring. 



FIG. 7. SKYLARK. 



