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THE CEDAR WAXWING 



A BEAUTIFUL gray-brown bird is he, 

 With a crest on his velvet head, 

 Which stands erect when he is surprised, 



And is flattened tight in dread ; 

 When contented and happy loose it lies — 

 As when he is bountifully fed. 



His wings and tail are of softest gray 

 That blend to a darker shade ; 



On his wings are scarlet wax-like tips 

 That seem by magic made ; 



On his breast and the band across his tail 

 The "Golden Touch" was laid. 



He and his roving flock alight 



Where berries and seeds they spy ; 



Well-fed, they perch on a bough of a tree 

 In a row, remote and shy; 



They preen their coats, and whisper and lisp, 

 And then away they fly. 



—A. U. B. 



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