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OUR HOME BIRDS. 
* Emblem of happiness ! 
Where was thy dwelling-place 
When the cold wintry wind howled o’er the main ? 
Who from the Southern bowers, 
And the sweet orange-flowers, 
Called thee to visit this cold land again ? 
1 Oh, ’twas the love of home 
Urged thee again to come 
Here, where thy nestlings had sported and grown ; 
Here was the ancient tree 
Oft seen in dreams by thee 
In the strange Southern lands whence thou hadst flown. 
* Joy to thee, bird of love ! 
Here in thy native grove 
Sing through the long summer day to thy mate ; 
Danger is far away, 
Safe to thee every spray ; 
Love guards thy tender form, shields thee from hate P '* 
