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THE BLUEBIRD 



A WISTFUL note from out the sky, 

 " Pure, pure, pure," in plaintiv^*|tpn4. 

 As i£ the wand'rer were alone, ';aj 



And hardly knew to sing or cry. 





But now a flash o£ eager wing, V A i "^^ * 



Flitting, twinkling by the wall. 

 And pleadings sweet and am'rous call, — 



Ah, now I know his heart doth sing ! 



bluebird, welcome back again. 



Thy azure coat and ruddy vest 



Are hues that April loveth best, — 

 Warm skies above the furrowed plain. 



The farm boy hears thy tender voice, 



And visions come of crystal days, 



With sugar-camps in maple ways, 

 And scenes that make his heart rejoice. 



The lucid smoke drifts on the breeze, 

 The steaming pans are mantling white, 

 And thy blue wing's a joyous sight, 



Among the brown and leafless trees. 



