THE BIRDS BEFORE UNCLE SAM 119 
2. Of field and fallow I am the bird, 
From post and wire I call. 
To mope or fret I never was heard 
In spring or summer or fall. 
3. When gossamer white in autumn floats, 
When corn and grass stand sear, 
My heart still light, no evil forbodes, 
I still call “Spring of the Year ! ” 
4. If storms of life and toilsome strife 
Load you with care and fear, 
Remember the meadow lark’s cheerful life, 
The song of “ Spring of the Year!” 
[Girl of ten to fourteen, waist yellow with a crescent of very 
dark brown, skirt and wings a lighter brown.] 
The Baltimore Oriole 
1. Hark, the orioles are calling 
From the spreading elm ! 
No more snow and frost is falling, 
Summer rules the realm. 
2. Color flashes through the bowers, 
Sunlight on the lawn ; 
Winter fled and April showers 
For the south wind’s batnm, 
3. On the swaying bough they’re singing, 
Weaving hammock nests, 
