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THE BLUEBIRD.
'Tis thine the earliest song to singOf welcome to the wakening spring,
Who round thee, as a blossom, weaves
The fragrance of her sheltering leaves.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
Of welcome to the wakening spring,
Who round thee, as a blossom, weaves
The fragrance of her sheltering leaves.