 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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THE SNOW-BIRD.
When snow, like silence visible,
Hath hushed the summer bird,
Thy voice, a never-frozen rill
Of melody, is heard.
Hath hushed the summer bird,
Thy voice, a never-frozen rill
Of melody, is heard.
But when from winter's lethargy
The buds begin to blow,
Thy voice is mute, and suddenly
Thou vanishest like snow.
The buds begin to blow,
Thy voice is mute, and suddenly
Thou vanishest like snow.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |