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THE CHICKADEE
Care keeps its hold with constant clasp,
Whatever may betide us;
Grief waits the shrinking heart to grasp,
Pacing, half veiled, beside us.
But oh, the sky is blue,
And oh, the sun is bright!
And the chickadee in the dark pine-tree
Carols his meek delight.
Whatever may betide us;
Grief waits the shrinking heart to grasp,
Pacing, half veiled, beside us.
But oh, the sky is blue,
And oh, the sun is bright!
And the chickadee in the dark pine-tree
Carols his meek delight.
The earth in silent snows is bound;
Want grinds and pain oppresses;
Life's awful problems who shall sound?
Its riddles sad who guesses?
But oh, the sky is blue,
And oh, the sun is bright!
And the chickadee in the tall pine-tree
Sings in the cold's despite.
Want grinds and pain oppresses;
Life's awful problems who shall sound?
Its riddles sad who guesses?
But oh, the sky is blue,
And oh, the sun is bright!
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Sings in the cold's despite.
Give me of thy wise hope, dear bird,
Who brav'st the bitter weather!
Share the glad message thou hast heard,
And let us sing together.
The winter winds blow wild,
No storm can thee affright.
Thy trust teach me, O chickadee,
Sweet chanting from thy height.
Who brav'st the bitter weather!
Share the glad message thou hast heard,
And let us sing together.
The winter winds blow wild,
No storm can thee affright.
Thy trust teach me, O chickadee,
Sweet chanting from thy height.
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