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SONG AND SILENCE.
“My Mabel, you once had a bird
In your throat; and it sang all the day!
But now it sings never a word:
Has the bird flown away?
In your throat; and it sang all the day!
But now it sings never a word:
Has the bird flown away?
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“Oh sing to me, Mabel, again!
Strike the chords! Let the old fountain flow
With its balm for my fever and pain,
As it did years ago!”
Strike the chords! Let the old fountain flow
With its balm for my fever and pain,
As it did years ago!”
Mabel sighed (while a tear filled and fell,)
“I have bade all my singing adieu;
But I've a true story to tell,
And I'll tell it to you.
“I have bade all my singing adieu;
But I've a true story to tell,
And I'll tell it to you.
“There's a bird's nest up there in the oak,
On the bough that hangs over the stream,
And last night the mother-bird broke
Into song in her dream.
On the bough that hangs over the stream,
And last night the mother-bird broke
Into song in her dream.
“This morning she woke, and was still;
For she thought of the frail little things
That needed her motherly bill,
Waiting under her wings.
For she thought of the frail little things
That needed her motherly bill,
Waiting under her wings.
“And busily, all the day long,
She hunted and carried their food,
And forgot both herself and her song
In her care for her brood.
She hunted and carried their food,
And forgot both herself and her song
In her care for her brood.
“I sang in my dream, and you heard;
I woke, and you wonder I'm still:
But a mother is always a bird
With a fly in its bill!”
I woke, and you wonder I'm still:
But a mother is always a bird
With a fly in its bill!”
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