BLUEBIRDS.
Reading edition
BY GEORGE COOPER.
A mist of green on the willows; A flash of blue 'mid the rain; And the brisk wind pipes, And the brooklet stripes With silver hill and plain. Hark! the bluebirds, the bluebirds Have come to us again! The snow-drop peeps to the sunlight Where last year's leaves have lain; And a fluted song Tells the heart, "Be strong: The darkest days will wane. And the bluebirds, the bluebirds Will always come again!"