And I find that the woodsy, wayward trail that I have followed so dizzily,
Mayhap was made by the timid deer, mayhap by the savage grizzly.
And I must go back the way that I came, back to the haunts of men;
But deep in my heart of heart, I know I shall find my trail again.
Mayhap was made by the timid deer, mayhap by the savage grizzly.
And I must go back the way that I came, back to the haunts of men;
But deep in my heart of heart, I know I shall find my trail again.
THE BLUEBIRD.
A flash of blue flame at my window-pane;
A flutter of wings, and a merry note
From a cerulean feathered throat;
My friend the bluebird is here again.
A flutter of wings, and a merry note
From a cerulean feathered throat;
My friend the bluebird is here again.
Where have you been, friend bluebird,
These long, long months since I saw you last?
Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed?
What unknown melodies have you heard?
These long, long months since I saw you last?
Thru what climes have your fleet wings passed?
What unknown melodies have you heard?
But O, I care not, my little friend,
Since once again you are with me here;
After the long, cold winter drear,
To linger till the summer's end.
Since once again you are with me here;
After the long, cold winter drear,
To linger till the summer's end.
Flutter and flirt at my window-pane,
Singing your song of joyous glee,
Bringing a piece of the sky to me,
Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.
Singing your song of joyous glee,
Bringing a piece of the sky to me,
Thru summer sunshine or autumn rain.
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