THE BLUEBIRD
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I know the song that the bluebird is singing—
Out in the apple tree where he is swinging.
Brave little fellow! the skies may be dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat.
Hark! was there ever so merry a note?
Listen a while and you’ll hear what he’s saying
Up in the apple tree swinging and swaying:
“Dear little blossoms down under the snow,
You must be weary of winter, I know;
Hark! while I sing you a message of cheer:
Summer is coming, and springtime is here.
Little white snowdrops! I pray you arise;
Bright yellow crocus! come, open your eyes;
Daffodils! Daffodils! say, do you hear?
Summer is coming, and springtime is here!”
—Mrs. Emily Huntington Miller.
