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Tig because I’ve just dipped my beak in the
spring,

And brushed the fair face of the lake with my
wing.

Cold water, cold water, yes, that is my song,

And I love to keep singing it all the day long.

“And now, my sweet miss, wont you give me
a, crumb ;

For the dear little nestlings are waiting at
home?

And one thing besides; since my story you’ve
heard,

I hope you’ll remember the lay of the bird ;

And never forget, while you list to my song,

All the birds to the cold-water army belong.

E. P. Hood’s Temperance Melodies.

 

THE CHILD IN HEAVEN.

A little child who loves to pray,
And read his Bible too,
Shall rise above the sky one day,
And sing as angels do;
Shall live in heaven, that world above,
Where all is joy and peace and love.