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Title: A year with the birds
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Ball, Alice Eliza, 1867- Horsfall, R. Bruce (Robert Bruce), 1869-1948
Subjects: Birds Birds
Publisher: New York : Gibbs & Van Vleck
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
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the April rain,— For spring has come when the bluebird sings. And folds in the maple his glossy wings. And the wind may blow, and the storm may fall. But the voice of summer is heard in all. I am so blithe and glad today!My heart, beside the bluebird, sings.And folds, serene its weary wings.And knows the hours lead on to May. Edna Dean Proctor 56 The RobinThe Blackbird 57 Robins Come From the elm-trees topmost bough, Hark! the Robins early song!Telling one and all that now Merry spring-time hastes along;Welcome tidings dost thou bringLittle harbinger of spring, Robins come! Of the winter we are weary. Weary of the frost and snow.Longing for the sunshine cheery. And the brooklets gurgling flow;Gladly then we hear thee singThe reveille of spring, Robins come! Ring it out oer hill and plain,Through the gardens lovely bowers, Till the green leaves dance again,Till the air is sweet with flowers! Wake the cowslips by the rill. Wake the yellow daffodil! Robins come! William W. Caldwell 58
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ct-tdp^^l^i^-f^ ROBIN Sir Robin Rollicking Robin is here again.What does he care for the April rain?Care for it? Glad of it. Doesnt he knowThat the April rain carries off the snow,And coaxes out leaves to shadow his nest,And washes his pretty red Easter vest,And makes the juice of the cherry sweet.For his hungry little robins to eat? Robin, Sir Robin, gay, red-vested knight.Now you have come to us, summers in sight;You never dream of the wonders you bring.Visions that follow the flash of your wing;How all the beautiful By-and-byAround you and after you seems to fly!Sing on, or eat on, as pleases your mind.Well have you earned every morsel you find. Lucy Larcom 69 Robin Redbreast (A True Story) One bright March day, when angry winds Had sobbed themselves to sleep,And fresh sweet Earth, neath melting snow Springs secrets sweet held deep,We heard a robins ringing call From treetop on the lawn;He sang, Cheer-up! Cheer-up! Im here! The gloomy winters gone! As if departing Winter heard— W

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