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AMERICAN ORNITHOLOGY. 



GLEANINGS. 



Where, twisted round the barren oak 



The summer vine in beauty clung, 

 And summer winds the stillness broke, 



The crystal icicle is hung. 



Alas! how changed from the fair scene. 

 When birds sang out their mellow lay, 



And winds were soft, and woods were green, 

 And the song ceased not with the day. 



But still wild music is abroad; 



Pale, desert woods! within your crowd; 

 And gathering winds, in hoarse accord, 



Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud. 



Chill air and wintry winds! my ear 

 Has grown familiar with your song: 



I hear it in the opening year, 

 I listen, and it cheers me long. 



Longfellow. 



