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TO J. R. N.
SEPTEMBER 22, 1876
See what the artist's hand could do
To clothe these winged words!
So Nature lends each loveliest hue
To deck her darling birds.
To clothe these winged words!
So Nature lends each loveliest hue
To deck her darling birds.
Why turn the leaves for aught beside
Your pleasure to prolong?
'Tis not the brightest plumes that hide
The throats of sweetest song.
Your pleasure to prolong?
'Tis not the brightest plumes that hide
The throats of sweetest song.
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