46 Bird Day Book 



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DOWN THE MORNING 



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'M COMING down the morning with a tale upon my tongue 

 Of boundless leagues of blossom in the land where life is young. 

 Coming down the morning 



With a rose to help you see 

 The green lanes of the country 

 Where the heart of time is free. ||l 



I greet you with a posey from the vines of old content 

 Where the gifts of sunny nature to the trusting heart are sent. 

 Greet you with a posey 



That the fairies saw me take 

 To bring to town this morning 

 For the sweltering city's sake. 



I'm coming down the morning on the first car up the line, 

 To bring a song of blossoms on the honeysuckle vine. 

 Coming down the morning 



With a hail, well met, to you, 

 Who'll know me by the music 

 That is fresh from dells of dew. 



— Baltimore Sun. 



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