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such pure delight; the blackbird's call is keen 

 and sweet, but not so glad; and the bobolink, 

 when he shakes those brilliant jewels of sound 

 from his bright throat, is always the prince of 

 jokers, full of fun, but not so happy as comical. 

 The swallows' twittering seems an expression of 

 unalloyed rapture, I should select it from the 

 songs of all the birds I know as the voice of un- 

 shadowed gladness. 



