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Birds of Song
Wonderful music fills the air,
Melody, melody rich and rare.
Restless spirit, be still and hear,
Snowy pinions are sweeping near,
Flitting white wings fills the air—
Wonderful melody everywhere.

Sweeter tones than to earth belong
Float from the mystical birds of song.
Songs too tender, too deep for words.
Hover closer, O beauteous birds,
Teach me to sing thy songs I pray;
Shyly they circle, far, far away.

Only one, showing less of fear,
Softly fluttering near—so near—
Nestles against my heart and sings
Lifts my soul upon broad white wings.
Could I have made that song my own
Ere the wonderful bird had flown.

Thrills my heart with glad refrain;
But to sing it, I strive in vain.
Sweet are thy songs, O beauteous birds.
Songs of the soultoo deep for words.
Hover around me, O white winged throng,
Sing to me, mystical birds of song.

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