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SONGS AND BALLADS WHAT THE WINDS BRING

THE SONGSTER

A MIDSUMMER CAROL

I

our summer hermitage

I have an aviary,—

'T is but a little, rustic cage,

That holds a golden-winged Canary,

A bird with no companion of his kind.

But when the warm south-wind

Blows, from rathe meadows, over

The honey-scented clover, 372