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SPRING’S CHORISTER
Came to me for my solacement
Some pretty bird a-flying;
Flew round and round
Above the ground
Where yet the snow was lying:
Flew in and out the branches bare,
Whose arms kind Spring was filling
With baby sunbeams: everywhere
Flew, flitted, flutter’d, trilling
Out of his throat
A little note,
That thro’ my heart went thrilling,
Till, looking up, “O Spring!” I said,
“Mute must I stand, confessing
My human dulness. Take, instead
Of mine, this singer’s blessing—
In lightsome flight,
And song’s delight,
Thy very self expressing!”
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