OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 19 
TRUST. 
BY BENJAMIN F, LEGGETT. 
Once more the song birds set the air athrill 
With symphonies of praise, 
And birds and blossoms grow to music’s trill 
In warm and sheltered ways. 
How fair the earth in tender green arrayed, 
How sweet the wild notes sung, 
When tufted branches weave a web of shade 
And new made nests are swung. 
How know the wild birds when to take the wing 
From southern grove or clime? 
What voices tell the dreaming earth that spring 
Has brought the waking time? 
Nay, question not nor doubt but birds can tell 
The time to come and go,— 
‘The earth to wake the sweet flowers in the dell, 
Doth God not always know ? 
When the exercises were finished, Miss Sweet ex- 
pressed her appreciation of their effort, and then said: 
“T have prepared a list of names of birds with which I 
thought it would be easy to begin our lessons, as they 
are all familiar, and most of us will find some oppor- 
tunity for personal observation. I have asked Laura 
to prepare a scientific description of each bird, which, 
for convenience, we will call a ‘table.’ We will begin 
each day’s lesson with this ‘table,’ which I desire you 
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