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"Dear bird, you have lost yourout her little brown hand coster "Your co that your mate will come back, and

not journey to summer lands without you Is not that so, o with you where there are always

flowers, and ever can be heard the ripple of little brooks Here the

leaves will soon fall, ah, me! and the daisies wither; and, instead

of the delight of sury

wolves, and the bellowing of bitter winds above the lonesoo to the South, there is no one ould sing over , my bird, for thein these prairie

thickets Nobody loves s about h it seems to be alone, and

is forbidden to take its walk; for it holds up its bright face and

can see its lover; and he breathes back upon the kind, willing,

breeze-puffs, through all the sus of a els"

She stood up, and raised her ar in her hair, and softly swaying its silken

meshes

"Farewell, ladder