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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS

O magic music of the spring,— Across the morning's breezy meads I hear the south wind in the reeds, I hear the golden bluebirds sing.

O mellow music of the morn,— Across the fading fields of Time How many joyous songs are borne From memory's enchanting clime.

I see the grasses shine with dew, The cornflowers gleaming in the grain, And Oh! The bluebirds sing—and You? We fare together once again.

O haunting music of the dusk, When silent birds are on the wing And sweet is scent of pine and musk— Oh! As we wander hand in hand Along the shadow-painted land, I hear the golden bluebirds sing.

Helen Merrill Egerton 41