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Identifier: cu31924022541563 (find matches)
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
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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oing you. And blessing you, blithe little sparrow! Lucy Larcom 88 The Vesper SparrowThe Chipping Sparrow 89 The Vesper Sparrow When the meadows are brown, or flushed with green, And the larks glad note rings clear;When the field-sparrows voice like a silver bell Chimes a melody sweet to hear;A small brown bird with bay-capped wings, And feathers white in his tail,Flutters along by a roadside hedge. Or alights on a zigzag rail;And breathes out a song entrancing. Of a beauty surpassed by few—A wistful, plaintive, minor strain— 0 Sweetheart, I love you! When a mist of green oerspreads the trees, And corals and rubies gayAre hung on the maple and red-bud boughs, And the brooks are babbling away;When the setting sun goes down in a glow Of the purest primrose gold.And the pearly east reflects a flush From the glories the west doth hold;This brown bird then, with a soul in his voice. Sings to his mate so true.The tenderest song of the April choir— 0, Sweetheart, I love you! A. E. B. 90
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VESPER SPARROW The Vesper Sparrow It comes from childhood land,Where summer days are long And summer eves are bland,—A lulling good-night song. Upon a pasture stone,Against the fading west, A small bird sings alone,Then dives and finds its nest. The evening star has heard, And flutters into sight;0 childhoods vesper-bird, My heart calls back. Good Night. Edith M. Thomas 91 The Chipping Sparrow Some sparrows live in open fields Or in hedges safe retreat;You dearly love the haunts of men— The garden, orchard, street;You smallest of all sparrow-folk. Your sweet, confiding way-Endears you to your human friends; We love your homely lay:0 Chip-py, Chip-py, Chip-py, Chip-py,Chip-py, Chip-py, Chip-py! You wear a dark brown, striped coat, A vest of grayish white;A reddish cap, with line of gray Above your eyes so bright,And streak of black behind each eye Like spectacles neat bow;You don a tiny dull-brovsm cap When to the South you go:0 Chippy, Chippy, Chippy, Chippy,Chippy, Chippy, Chippy

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