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 THE WOOD-ROBIN'S MORNING SONG.* 



Turdus Melodus. — (Wilson.) 



Liberty, Liberty, dearest of treasure — 

 Give me of freedom an o'erflowing measure ! 



Columbia ! Columbia ! the home of the free, 

 Who of the earth is so happy as thee ? 



Peace with her olive branch waving her hand — 

 One brotherhood binds thee, my dear Native Land! 



Made were thy Prairies, Woods, Mountains, and 



thee, 

 For us, and for man - , too — a home for the free. 



Liberty, Liberty, dearest of treasure- 

 Give me of freedom an o'erflowing measure T 



* The reader will be so obliging as to recollect that the 

 Wood-Robin and the Wood-Thrush is the same bird: the evening 

 song of this charming bird is, therefore, that entitled the 

 Wood-Thrush's Evening Song • the two names have been adopted 

 both for euphonious convenience and variety. The following 

 lines, used as a simile in Carrington's Twin's Lament, are 

 very descriptive of the locality of this bird's nest : a coincidence, 

 of course, purely accidental. 



" His home, 

 — A quiet nest embosom'd deep 

 In woods of some soft valley, where the hand 

 Of plunderer comes not, and the sudden gale 

 But seldom shrieks, and silence sweetly spreads 

 O'er all her downy wing.'' 



