 | Poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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A PHONOGRAPH.
Hark! what his fellow-warblers heardAnd uttered in the light,
Their phonograph, the mocking-bird,
Repeats to them at night.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
And uttered in the light,
Their phonograph, the mocking-bird,
Repeats to them at night.