The Bluebird

Wlien ice i thnwed and Bno.w is goup, And racy RweetnoBR floodn tho treen - Whon nnowbirdo from the heOgo llave (lora, And on the blvc-porch awarm tho boca- Prifting down the flrst warm wind That tlirill tho carlicrt days of upring, The blueblrd eekn our niaplc groves, And chal'tnB thcTO inlo tnüscling. He Bit aniong the delicate uprayfi, While miatH of splcndor ronnd hlm nwn, And tliroiiífl' '"■ PriM'í v.il HecH simimpr'H neb f ulllllinciit drawn ; Ho RitiRS, nd ui Is naturo'H voicc - A gunh of íuelody ulnccre From that great fount of harmony That thawe aud rune when spring is here. Short I taisfioníf.imtBtrangi'ly iwect To eara awcary of Ule low, DuH trainp of wiutcr's Brillen feet, Saudaled in Ico nnd mufílcd in now. Short íb hiB !;, lwt tlirough it runa A hint of ditliyrunibB yet to be - A Rweet (rnggoHtiTcnofifl that has Tfte iufluencc of a prophecy. From childhood I have nurecd a f aith Of bluebird'a Boug and winds of pring ; Thcy tcll me, " After froet and di-ath Ther come a time of bloneoming," And aftw snow and cutting eloct Thí cold, stern mood of nature yleldR To tender w j-mth, whfn bare pink feet Oí childrea pruB her greeuing fulda. Sing stronj? and olear, O bluebird dear ! While all the land with plendor fllla, Wliile maple gladden In thc vales, Aud plum tree bloBBom on the Uilla ; Float down the wind on Bhining wings, And do thv will by grovo and etreatn, ■While thro' mj life spriux' frOBhne runs, lákc uiubío through a ioet'ö dreani.