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lines from Longfellow, in his ‘‘ Birds of 
Killingworth.” 
‘*The robin and the bluebird piping loud, 
Filled all the blossoming orchards with their 
glee, 
The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud 
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be ; 
And hungry crows, assembled in a crowd, 
Clamored their piteous prayer incessantly ; 
Knowing who hears the ravens cry, and said, 
‘ Give us, O Lord, this day our daily bread.’ 
‘The thrush that carols at the dawn of day 
¥rom the green steeples of the piny wood, 
The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay 
Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ; 
The bluebird, balanced on some topmost spray, 
Flooding with melody the neighborhood, 
Lionet and meadow lark, and all the throng 
That dwell in nests and have the gift of song. 
** Youslay them all; and wherefore? For the gain 
Of ascant handful more or less of wheat, 
Or rye, or barley, or some other grain 
Scratched up at random by industrious feet ; 
Searching for worm or weevil after rain, 
Or a few cherries, that are not so sweet 
As are the songs these uninvited guests 
- Sing at their feast, with comfortable breasts. 
