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THE THANKFUL BIRD
Now I—yellowhammer—
Desire to give praise
For plentiful orchards
And sunshiny days:
The Spring gave me many
A bud for my bill,
And sent me a sweetheart
From over the hill.
Desire to give praise
For plentiful orchards
And sunshiny days:
The Spring gave me many
A bud for my bill,
And sent me a sweetheart
From over the hill.
She lent me a rose-bush
Along by the quick,
And there I was minstrel
To mother and chick;
The leaves were our shutters,
The thorns were our bars,
When nested in blossoms
We slept under stars.
Along by the quick,
And there I was minstrel
To mother and chick;
The leaves were our shutters,
The thorns were our bars,
When nested in blossoms
We slept under stars.
Though winter that changes
My music and gold
Is big on the hillside
And brave on the wold,
By Mercy remembered,
By Tenderness fed,
The hedge is my larder,
The hip is my bread.
My music and gold
Is big on the hillside
And brave on the wold,
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By Tenderness fed,
The hedge is my larder,
The hip is my bread.
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