BIRDS MD NftTURE. 



ILLUSTRATED BY COLOR PHOTOGRAPHY. 



Vol. XIII. APRIL, 1903. No. 4 



THE SINGING WINDS. 



The singing winds have gathered fast. 

 Among the trees their harps are set, 

 The ghost of Winter's care has passed. 



With sun and shadow overcast, 



The grass with melting snow is wet. 

 The singing winds have gathered fast. 



Black by the marsh the reeds are massed, 



The green frog sounds his castanet ; 

 The ghost of Winter's care has passed. 



Far in the skyey spaces vast 



From Northern climes in concert met, 

 The singing winds have gathered fast. 



And vaguely, with the coming blast, 



Drifts a faint scent of violet ; 

 The ghost of Winter's care has passed. 



And with this prescience at the last 



December's dearth we may forget ; 

 The singing winds have gathered fast. 

 The ghost of Winter's care has passed. 



— Ernest M'Gaffey, in "The Chicago American. 



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