WHEN THE JUNCO COMES
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The Junco comes when warblers go, When leaves lay dead by a dauntless foe; Ay, winter plans with all his might To put in a grave the heart’s delight, And cover all with a shroud of snow. But seasons have a rhythmic flow, With good in each, and this I know, Through storm and sleet, in cheerful flight, The Junco comes. This bonny bird has faith to show To faithless mortals, fearing woe, How the changeless One, with a changing light Fore-plans for bird and man aright; With autumn gone and winter here—lo, The Junco comes!