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Henry Van Dyke - The First Bird O’ Spring
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TO OLIVE WHEELER


Winter on Mount Shasta,
April down below;
Golden hours of glowing sun
Sudden showers of snow!
Under leafless thickets
Early wild-flowers cling;
But, oh, my dear, I`m fain to hear
The first bird o` Spring!

Alders are in tassel,
Maples are in bud;
Waters of the blue McCloud
Shout in joyful flood;
Through the giant pine-trees
Flutters many a wing;
But, oh, my dear, I long to hear
The first bird o` Spring!

Candle-light and fire-light
Mingle at "the Bend";
`Neath the roof of Bo-hai-pan
Light and shadow blend.
Sweeter than a wood-thrush
A maid begins to sing;
And, oh, my dear, I`m glad to hear
The first bird o` Spring!
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