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Answer to a Child's Question
Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The little bird sits at his door in the sun,
Lowell: "The Vision of Sir Launfal"
The little leaves upon the trees
Their teacher is the Wind, I know;
So all through summer time they sing,
And when, at last, their lessons done,
Frank Dempster Sherman
Morning In Birdland
At one in the morning,
At two in the morning,
At three in the morning,
At four in the morning,
Edith M. Thomas
*The Way to Sing
The birds must know. Who wisely sings
"What bird is that? Its song is good."
But while he sighs, remembering
Helen Hunt Jackson
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|Then will the birds sing anthems; for the earth and sky and air
Will seem a great cathedral, filled with beings dear and fair;
And long processions, from the time that bluebird notes begin
Till gentians fade, through forest-aisles will still move out and in.
Singing in the rain, robin?
After sundown, too, robin?
'Tis heart-broken music--
Surely thus to sing, robin
Would thy faith were mine, robin!
E. R. Sill
|Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
The dialect they speak, where melodies
Alone are the interpreters of thought?
Whose household words are songs in many keys,
Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
Whose habitations in the treetops even
Are half-way houses on the road to heaven!
Think, every morning when the sun peeps through
Longfellow: "Birds of Killingworth"
The nesting-time is o'er, the nestlings flown;
The quiet songsters hide away from view
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The autumn woods are radiant and fair,
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