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WOODMYTH & FABLE 



comes the voice of the gentlest and sim- 

 plest of singers — the green-leaf singer — 

 the Vireo. 



The spirit bird, so frail that an unkind 

 breath, a falling flower, might kill him, 

 without a puissant guardian, what could 

 he do? 



But there is no fear in his voice, no 

 broken plume in his wing; he is un- 

 wounded and fearless as he softly sings: 



"Hear — hear me. 

 Hear — hear me.'* 



A song of the bluest sky he sings, 

 of the greenest leaf, of the freshest airs 

 and the rippling lake; a song of the 

 sweetest days, for now is the calm sum- 

 mer weather abroad — aglow on the 

 Chaska-water. 



