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Title: Alabama bird day book
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Alabama. Dept. of Game and Fish Alabama. Dept. of Conservation
Subjects: Birds
Publisher: Montgomery, Ala. : Dept. of Game and Fish
Contributing Library: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Harvard University, Museum of Comparative Zoology, Ernst Mayr Library

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noised about;But when you see it, gone at once is every lurking doubt. It winds beside some rushing stream where aspens lightly quiver;It follows many a broken field by many a shining river;It seems to lead you on and on, forever and forever! You tramp along its dusty way, beneath its shadowy trees,And hear beside you chattering birds or happy booming bees,And all around you golden sounds, the green leaves litanies. And heres a hedge, and theres a cot! and then—strange, sudden turns;A dip, a rise, a little glimpse where the red sunset burns;A bit of sky at evening-tiwe, the scent of hidden ferns. A winding road, a loitering road, a finger mark of GodTraced when the Maker of the world leaned over ways untrod.See! Here He smiled His glowing smile, and lo, the goldenrod I »^ I like a road that wanders straight; the Wings highway is fairAnd lovely are the sheltered lanes that take you here and there;But, best of all, I love a road that leads to God knows where. —Charles Hanson Towne.
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J Alabama, ipi8. 81 NIGHTFALL •♦©♦ THE day dies.The last faint ember of the setting sunGoes out, and long, dark Night comes on apace,A stillness wraps the world in solemn thought,No song of bird, no rustle of the breezeDistui;bs the sacred silence of the hour.On rapid wing, a solitary dovePursues her lonely and belated flightTo eastward skies oercast with leaden clouds,So white, so sad, so lost in such a sky!Her course is straight and swift as arrows flight—And darkness swallows up the white-winged bird,A star peeps out—and Night is on the world. —Bdward M. Carney, in Colliers Weekly. MOURNING DOVE Art thou the bird that saw the waters cease?—Yes, and brought home the olive-leaf of peace;Henceforth I haunt the woods of thickest green,Please to be often heard, but seldom seen. THE mourning dove is from eleven to thirteen inches long, themale being olive grayish-brown above, the crown bluish-graywith a glaucous bloom, while the sides of the neck are glossed withchangeable

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