BABSIE-—BIRD

N the orchard blithely waking,
Through the blossom, loud and clear,

Pipes the goldfinch, “ Day is breaking ;
Waken, Babsie; May is here!

Bloom is laughing ; lambs are leaping ;
Every new green leaflet sings ;

Five chipp’d eggs will soon be cheeping ;
God be praised for song and wings!”

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