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the marvelous organ-like quality of that bird's 

 voice. I could have listened forever. 



" Oh, what have I to do with time ? 

 For this the day was made." 



But when he had uttered his message he sank 

 back into the grass, and I tore myself away from 

 the bobolink meadow, and came home far richer 

 and far happier than when I set out. 



