138 OUR FRIENDS, THE BIRDS. 
“HH. L. Graham says: ‘I believe there would be a 
greater number of Thrushes nesting in our gardens, 
were it not for the quarrelsome English Sparrows and 
the large number of cruel, ignorant men and boys.’ ” 
Miss Sweet said, ‘“‘ Much more might be said about 
this little bird, but our selections will supplement our 
information.” 
THE THRUSH. 
BY LUCY H. WASHINGTON. 
Beautiful, beautiful forest bird, 
Dost thou tarry to sing unto me? 
Gladly thy clear woodland voice is heard 
Trilling so wild and free. 
Alas, thou hast flown far away, far away, 
Still my heart will remember thee long; 
Remember at parting thou seem’dst to say, 
Gather fragments of sunshine and song. 
Richard Edwin Day is the author of the foliowing 
verses: 
So near, sweet bird, thou art 
With breast and ear, 
To nature’s lips and tranquil heart 
Her thought is always clear 
What we who stray from her aperé. 
Are loth and late to hea~ 
