The Oologist. 



Vol. XXX. No. 3. Albion, N. Y. Mar. 15, 1913. Whole No. 308 



Owned and Published Monthly, by R. M. Barries, Albion, N. Y., and Lacon, III. 



THE APPEARANCE OF THE BLUEBIRD 



By Jacob Green, Professor of Chemistry in Jefferson College. 



What sounds now fill the wintry air, 

 What music floats upon the breeze; 

 Whilst all the fields are bleak and bare, 

 And verdure breaks not from the trees? 



Oh! 'Tis the bird with plumage blue, 

 The herald of approaching spring. 

 Still to his native forests true, 

 The echoing woods his welcome ring. 



No opening violets perfume. 



Now scents for thee the chilly air. 



No lone anemones in bloom, 



A downy couch for thee prepare. 



But yet I hale thee, beautiful bird. 

 For soon will come the time of flowers, 

 When thousand warblers will be heard. 

 Filling with song the budding bowers. 



Say, what impelled thy venturous wings, 



To bear thee here from southern skies, v 



Where never-ceasing verdure springs. 



And ever blooming flowerets rise. 



Oh, it was the same tireless arm, 

 Which holds the sun-guides every where 

 That power whose influences warm. 

 To life and light the opening year! 



Yes — it was that same kindly hand. 



Which marked thy path through trackless air, 



And bid thee to this distant land, 



Thy native home, — in haste repair! 



Thrice welcome to those wonted haunts! 

 Endeared to thee by love and song. 

 Where erst I've listened to thy chants 

 Speeding the gladsome hours along. 



Published in "The Cabinet of Natural History and 

 American Rural Sports," Vol. Ill (1833) pg. 57. 



