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The Robin Redbreasts
Two Robin Redbreasts built their nests
Within a hollow tree;
The hen sat quietly at home,
The cock sang merrily;
And all the little young ones said,
"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."
One day (the sun was warm and bright,
And shining in the sky),
Cock Robin said, " My little dears,
'Tis time you learn to fly;
"And all the little young ones said,
"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."
I know a child, and who she is
I '11 tell you by-and-by,
When Mamma says, " Do this," or "that,"
She says, "What for?" and "Why?"
She'd be a better child by far
If she would say " I '11 try."
(Traditional nursery rhyme) 
The Cardinal Bird
A day and then a week passed by
The redbird hanging from the sil
Sang not; and all were wondering wh
It was so still
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,
The bird, the brook, the flower, the tree,—
Came back again, as thus I hear
The cardinal bird.....
William Davis Gallagher (1808-1894)
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.....
Emily Huntington Miller (1833-1913)
To the Oriole
Lightly swinging, sweetly singing,
In the budding trees;
Rapturous song is borne along
On the scented breeze.
Golden throated, joyous noted,
In the bright spring days;
Happy creature! What a teacher
Of the art of praise
With thy trilling thou art filling
All the balmy air;
Thine is pleasure without measure,
Song is everywhere.
Cease your singing, cease your swinging,
Fly unto your nest.
Shades are falling, night is calling
Nature to its rest.
Herbert Salisbury Hopkins (1893-??)
Halting in his flight
On limb too slight
Feels it give way beneath him,
Yet sings,
Knowing he hath wings.
Victor Hugo (1802-1885)>
"After Rain"
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