. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. tt Copyright, 1896, by Fredk L. Chapman & Co Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted. 116 Blasts From the Rams Horn. O SWEET! SO SWEET! By S. B. McManus, So sweet, So sweet, sings a bit of a bird That comes to me without fail,When Ive said to my Jane a good-bye word And with ax and my dinner pailI saunter down to the woods to chop, The snow singing under my feet,And I strike but a blow on the log and stop To hear, So sweet, so sweet! Such a speck of a thing in black and white, Just the merest thought of a thought,A couple of blotches of day and n
. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. tt Copyright, 1896, by Fredk L. Chapman & Co Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted. 116 Blasts From the Rams Horn. O SWEET! SO SWEET! By S. B. McManus, So sweet, So sweet, sings a bit of a bird That comes to me without fail,When Ive said to my Jane a good-bye word And with ax and my dinner pailI saunter down to the woods to chop, The snow singing under my feet,And I strike but a blow on the log and stop To hear, So sweet, so sweet! Such a speck of a thing in black and white, Just the merest thought of a thought,A couple of blotches of day and night With motion and impulse follows the flight of the maple chips, And then quick from its swinging seatIt drops to its spoils and the white sap sips While it sings, So sweet, so sweet! Too little to name, seems this tiny bird, Unless just a babys name,A new mothers wooing and cooing word That none but a mother could with science abashed and love full bold I watch while it stands its treatOf wine from the chalice of white and gold Softly singing, So sweet, so sweet. I opine that its ornithological name, With its whichacological stuff,Mig
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