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MORNING GLORY.
The mocking-bird swells his anxious throat,
Trying to be ten birds in one
And the swallow twitters, and dives, and darts
Into the azure to find the sun.
Trying to be ten birds in one
And the swallow twitters, and dives, and darts
Into the azure to find the sun.
But robin red-breast builds his house
Singing a song of the joy to come,
And the oriole trims his golden vest,
Glad to be back in his last year's home.
Singing a song of the joy to come,
And the oriole trims his golden vest,
Glad to be back in his last year's home.
Lilies that sway on their slender stalks,
Morning-glories that nod to the breeze,
Bloom of blossoms and joy of birds,—
What in the world is better than these?
Morning-glories that nod to the breeze,
Bloom of blossoms and joy of birds,—
What in the world is better than these?
