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POEMS.
This world is sad and dreary
Till our struggling lives are past;
But all who are sad and weary
May find joy and rest at last.
Till our struggling lives are past;
But all who are sad and weary
May find joy and rest at last.
LITTLE BIRDIE.
Little birdie, warbling sweetly,
As thou flittest from tree to tree,
Echoing forth thy song so lovely,—
Beautiful birdie, I envy thee.
At my window I sit lonely,
Listening to thy carol sweet;
Beauteous birdie, I would gladly
Burst my bondage and thee meet.
Listening to thy carol sweet;
Beauteous birdie, I would gladly
Burst my bondage and thee meet.
And fly away where never sorrow
Could cause me e'er again to weep;
But happy song, both day and morrow,
Ever follow till we sleep.
Could cause me e'er again to weep;
But happy song, both day and morrow,
Ever follow till we sleep.
Little birdie, warbling ever,
In thy home upon the tree,
It will comfort me forever,
To listen to sweet song from thee.
In thy home upon the tree,
It will comfort me forever,
To listen to sweet song from thee.
