 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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SONG-BIRDS IN FEBRUARY.
Still so loud among the bushes,
Ye merry-hearted Thrushes!
Though the summer is long sped,
And the streams are stark and dead,
While cold the North-wind rushes!
Ye merry-hearted Thrushes!
Though the summer is long sped,
And the streams are stark and dead,
While cold the North-wind rushes!
Ha! Redbreast, thou song-lover!
With no leaf thy spray to cover,
Still a-singing!—dost thou know
That the buds again must blow,
And the chainèd waters flow
Through fields of corn and clover?
With no leaf thy spray to cover,
Still a-singing!—dost thou know
That the buds again must blow,
And the chainèd waters flow
Through fields of corn and clover?
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Ye must know it, and believe it,
And in your heart receive it,
That a dawn will come so gay
As neither night shall scare away,
Nor winter-howlings grieve it.
And in your heart receive it,
That a dawn will come so gay
As neither night shall scare away,
Nor winter-howlings grieve it.
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