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A BIRD'S CHRISTMAS CAROL.
When Spring round yonder lime-tree bare
Its tent of silken leafage flung,
A homeless bird found shelter there,
And in the green seclusion sung.
Its tent of silken leafage flung,
A homeless bird found shelter there,
And in the green seclusion sung.
On dewy dawns and rose-red eves,
In sun and shower,—the Summer long,
That little voice, amid the leaves,
Sent up its jet of silver song.
In sun and shower,—the Summer long,
That little voice, amid the leaves,
Sent up its jet of silver song.
And when the Autumn woodland wore
The crimson flush of slow decay,
It warbled sweetly as before,
Nor faltered all the waning day.
The crimson flush of slow decay,
It warbled sweetly as before,
Nor faltered all the waning day.
Two wrinkled leaves upon the lime
Now mourn their kindred in the mould,
Their summer-guest comes many a time,
And cheers them with a song of old.
Now mourn their kindred in the mould,
Their summer-guest comes many a time,
And cheers them with a song of old.
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Methinks a pensive undertone
Now trembles through the blither strain,
A memory of the summer gone,—
A wish for summer back again.
Now trembles through the blither strain,
A memory of the summer gone,—
A wish for summer back again.
Of such remembrance Hope is born,
And through that music floats a chime
Of echoes from the April morn,
And whispers of the primrose time.
And through that music floats a chime
Of echoes from the April morn,
And whispers of the primrose time.
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