WHAT THE BLACKBIRD SANG ABOUT.
The blackbird whistled in the way, And begged mc to come out to-day; But I had work to do, I said. An sorrowfully shook my head. He went on with his careless tune. And told mc I should know why soon. When all too quick the day had passed, I went to And the bird at last, And wondered what mysterious thing Had made him thus so sweetly sing. Alas! my work was done, 'tis true. But where are all the things he knew? The moon up with the lilac rose. I cannot know the things she knows; I cannot understand tbe breeze That whispers to the leafy trees. Oh, bird, why did you spread your wing Ere you had told mc everything? But In a bush clone to the ground A blackbird's well-built nest I found. And 'neath a mother's watchful care Some baby birds were hatching there. And then no longer did I doubt, 'Twas Life the Blackbird sang about.
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Auckland Star, Volume LVII, Issue 204, 28 August 1926, Page 25
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167WHAT THE BLACKBIRD SANG ABOUT. Auckland Star, Volume LVII, Issue 204, 28 August 1926, Page 25
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