WOOD PEWEE 



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WOOD PEWEE 



"A LITTLE bird, in suit 

 Of sombre olive, soft and brown, 

 Perched in the maple branches, mute ; 

 With greenish gold its vest was fringed, 

 Its tiny cap was ebon-tinged, 

 With ivory pale its wings were barred, 

 And its dark eyes were tender starred 

 6 Dear bird/ I said, ' what is thy name ? ' 

 And thrice the mournful answer came, 

 So faint and far, and yet so near, 

 ' Pewee ! pe-wee ! peer ! ' 



J. T. TROWBRIDGE. 



