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VOL. II. SEPTEMBER, 1 889. NO. 9. 



TO A BOBOLINK. 



WM. L. KELLS, LISTOVVEL, ON-T< 



When the grass is green and wavy, 



And the yellow dandelion 

 Dots the meadow and the wayside, 



And the wind is gently sighing 



Through the orchard white with blossoms, 

 And the woods their leaves assuming 



Where the wild flowers, pink and purple, 

 Through the fallen leaves are blooming. 



Then is heard the Bobolink's music, 



Rattling, jingling as he goes, 

 Over meadow, field and fallow, 



Lately clothed with winter's snows. 

 O'er the pasture, by the woodland. 



Wafts the gay and gladsome bird; 

 From the dawning- to the evening 



Is his jingling music heard. 

 There is not a trace of sadness 



In his clear, metallic ring; 

 Summer would lose half it's gladness 



If we did not hear him sing. 

 While the female in the clover 



Y\ ell conceals her grassy nest, 

 He the field is wandering over, 



Scarcely taking time to rest. 



