Ah, what a wonder-eyed
Dear happy heart are you,
With all the world so new,
So bright, because untried!

Out I hurried to see
What the bit of sky might be,
When a tender piping note,
Soft as a flute, I heard;
And there upon a bough,
Wintry and bare till now,
In a sky-colored coat,
Trying his little throat,
Was perched the first blue-bird.

CLARA DOTY BATES.




THE LITTLE BIRD.

Words by LORD LYTTON.

Music by T. CRAMPTON.

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