62 Bird Day Book 



COMING OF DAY 



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S LOWLY the faint purple light 

 Flushes all the eastern sky, 

 And the phantoms of the night 



To far-off dark regions fly. 

 Darkness turns to tinted grey, 



While glad birds break forth in song. 

 And slow down the eastern way 



Rosy hues are spread along. 

 Soon the tiny creatures wake, 



Shaking with their songs the dew. 

 And the jeweled light doth break 



On a world all fresh and new. 

 Then we drink the air as wine, 



And thrill with exalted life, 

 In the moments all divine 



Ere full-robed day brings its strife. 



— George Lawrence Andrews. 



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 THE BLACKBIRD 



IN CLUMPS of pines and spruces tall 

 The blackbirds love to congregate, 

 And there they creak and squeak ; their call 



Sounds like a rusty garden-gate. 

 Their tails are kite-shaped as they fly; 



You'll see, when they are on the ground. 

 How knowing is each yellow eye. 

 As haughtily they walk around. 

 Their heads like brilliant jewels gleam 



With bronze and purple, green and blue; 

 They're not so lovely as they seem. 



For nests they rob — ^black deeds they do. 



—A. B. B. 



