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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS
On the Marshes
Out on the marsh in the misty rain,
The air is full of the harsh refrain;
The long swamps echo the beat of wings,
The birds are back in the reeds again.
Down from the north they wing their way.
Out of the east they cross the bay.
From north and east they’re steering home
To the island lands at the close of day.
Hid in the sea of reeds we lie
And watch the wild geese driving by;
And listen to the plover’s piping,
The gray snipe’s thin and lonely cry.
All day over the tangled mass
The marsh-birds wheel and scream and pass;
The smoke hangs white in the broken rice;
The feathers drift in the water-grass
Lloyd Roberts
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