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Bird Day Book 



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TO A GRACIOUS SUMMER 



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THE winds of summer never are so sweet 

 As when after a shower, calm and pure, 

 The slumbering south breaths on the tender tnoor 

 A soft caressing guile of nurtured heat. 

 Who then would journey field ward, to his feet — 

 Sensations new are born and the strong lure 

 Of Fancy wakes one who would long endure : 

 In memoried hope to the heart's last fond beat ! 

 Oh, pleasant then when happy days admit, 



To lend a listening ear and softly feel 

 Zephyr abroad in whispering harmonies. 

 Then — then to lie me down or musing sit 

 A wise philosopher of passing time — to steal 

 Homeward at eve in brimful ecstasies ! 



— Robert Page Lincoln. 



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THE OWL 



OH, MIGHTY king of wondrous sight, 

 On noiseless wing, you sweep through night; 

 Your fierceness reigns, you hold your power 

 In dark domains till morning hour. 

 Bold eagle may be king of day. 

 But you by right are king of night. 



—A. C. Webb. 



