BIRD OF THE AZURE WING. 



EDUCATIONAL. 



Bird of the azure wing, Come, for it is the spring. And high the white clouds float 

 Come, bluebird, come, Come, bluebird, come. 



Bird of the circling flight, Softly the winds of night, And lonely waters cry, 

 Come, swallow, come, Come, swallow, come. 



Bird of the silver note, 



Come, it is the spring, and high the white clouds float, 



Come, bluebird, come, Come, bluebird, come. 



Bird of the twilight sky, 



Softly the winds of night, And lonely waters cry, 



Come, swallow, come, come, Come, swallow, come. 



SWEET SPRING IS HERE. 



ELEANOR SMITH. 



Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 

 All gloom he'll quickly banish. 



With tender green he decks each tree, 



Fair flow'rs he calls to vale and lea, 

 And winter drear shall vanish, 

 And winter drear shall vanish ! 



Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 



Sweet spring, Glad spring is here ! 



Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 



Restor'd he bringeth hither, 

 The birdling's songs, the sun's bright smile, 

 The bloom, that winter's hand awhile 



So ruthlessly did wither, 



So ruthlessly did wither ! 

 Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 

 Sweet spring, Glad spring is here ! 



Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 

 The joyous lark is singing, 



Of life new-born, of earth so fair; 



In thrilling praise he mounts the air, 



His bright course heav'nward winging, 

 His bright course heav'nward winging, 



Sweet spring is here, sweet spring is here ! 



Sweet spring, Glad spring is here ! 



(4) 



