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A SONG OF THANKS
Leaning from my window
In the fragrant air
Chantings morn and evening,
Melodies I hear;
For the beak that's yellow
Sings me without fear
Lyrics in the lilacs,
Lyrics in the pear.
In the fragrant air
Chantings morn and evening,
Melodies I hear;
For the beak that's yellow
Sings me without fear
Lyrics in the lilacs,
Lyrics in the pear.
In the roaring city
Sparrows' voices lend
Something of the country
To the hearts that spend
Season after season
There, and never hear
Blackbirds in the apple,
Blackbirds in the pear.
Sparrows' voices lend
Something of the country
To the hearts that spend
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There, and never hear
Blackbirds in the apple,
Blackbirds in the pear.
But my orchard yonder
Is an orchestra;
Birds and leaves and breezes
Make in concert there
Music of enchantment
Country folks may hear,
Lyrics in the plum-tree,
Lyrics in the pear.
Is an orchestra;
Birds and leaves and breezes
Make in concert there
Music of enchantment
Country folks may hear,
Lyrics in the plum-tree,
Lyrics in the pear.
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