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BLUE BIRD — Continued. 
“ Un - der skies the fair - est, 
“ Oft I sang with sad - ness 
’Mid sweet bloom the rar - est. 
Of the nest where glad -ness 
Flash’d my wing, Till the spring Soft - ly called me 
Fill’d my song All day long! Fond-ly back I 
3 Blue-bird, gentle blue-bird, 
Feared you any ill, 
Though the nightfall met you, 
Glooming vale and hill ? 
“ Ah, the Master serving, 
With a trust unswerving ! 
Where he led, on I sped, 
For he careth still.” 
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