THE FINCH 



T«it, twit!... 't is the .spring time now 

 There are finches on every boujih. 



Now winter is past and ended. 

 Their lay w ith the merle's is blend<il ; 

 It tells the boys of Easter at hand, 

 With flowerets gay. 



Dust in a shower golden 

 Falls from the willows olden. 

 Willows, whose flower we b.ar in hand 

 On Easier Day. 



Hail. liltU- fin-l' "f 'I'C ■^""'"'^ '''''''■• 

 Uejoicing loud in thr springtide! 

 Youth, spring, the Uower strewn land 

 Inspire thy lay. 



Twil! twit... 't is the spring lime now 

 There arc finches on every bough I 



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