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THE BLUEBIRD 



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ON BIRD of blue, with your robe from the sky, 

 And a flame in your red-brown breast, 

 When the home-love burns, from the South you fly, 

 To the chill of your northern nest. 

 "Tru-ly,— tru-ly,— tru-ly." 



O wonderful bird with the loyal heart, 

 To your home and mate you are true; 



Our own hearts leap, when the cold March days 

 Bring the first glad sight of you, 

 "Tru-ly,— tru-ly,— tru-ly." 



O beautiful bird with the tender note 



You sing of the days to be; 

 You promise bright skies and an earth renewed, 

 And we wait expectantly. 



"Tru-ly,— tru-ly,— tru-ly." 



—A. B. B. 



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