Pebbles and Shells (Hawkes collection)/The Bluebird
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THE BLUEBIRD
Fair herald of the coming spring
That fearest not the winter's snow,
The friendly fields begin to show,
O haste thy gaily-painted wing
I long to hear thee carolling
Upon the tree-top, sweet and low;
For when I hear thy song, I know
That soon the robin too will sing,
And all the merry woods will ring
With Springtime's well remembered song;
That flowers will wake from slumber long
And lift their fragrant offering—
Didst know what joy thy song would bring,
Dear little harbinger of spring?
That fearest not the winter's snow,
The friendly fields begin to show,
O haste thy gaily-painted wing
I long to hear thee carolling
Upon the tree-top, sweet and low;
For when I hear thy song, I know
That soon the robin too will sing,
And all the merry woods will ring
With Springtime's well remembered song;
That flowers will wake from slumber long
And lift their fragrant offering—
Didst know what joy thy song would bring,
Dear little harbinger of spring?