...hear,* And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou Hirst thy local vale, Another guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet...winter in thy year ! O could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring. *In his own...

...new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou flyest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,...

...most curious voice to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest, in other lands, Another...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! Oh could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,...

...imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale ; 10 FATHER WILLIAM. An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions...

...of this wild and frosty day in reminiscences of summer time. It is a pretty-sounding couplet, — " Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year," — but rather incongruous, he would think. Chickadee, dee, he calls, — chickadee, dee ; and though...

...been then more versed in poetry, I might have addressed him in the words of Logan to the cuckoo : " Sweet bird, thy bower Is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow In thy song, No winter in thy year. "Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We 'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe,...

...underprivileged, the exclusive club of the excluded masses. LOGAN John 1748-1788 6459 To the Cuckoo (attributed) has been a very private, secretive activity. Herein pe LOGAU Friedrich von 1604-1655 6460 (translated by Longfellow) Though the mills of God grind slowly,...

...into the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year." So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell...

...the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had 124 been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year/' So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell...