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THE WARBI.KK 



When April scatters her flowerets few. 

 The leaves are grecu in the woodland bowers 

 Gay little warbler, we welcome you. 

 Sweetly singing. 



Down by the waters blue and clear. 

 Woven deftly 'twixt reed stalks three. 

 Ilan<rs your nest, o'er the placid mere 

 Softly swinging. 



Wild and sweet is your rapid lav. 

 Passionate, brief. How the joys ol youtL 

 Keen, and so swift to pass away, 

 Are lik. 



