THE ORIOLE.
Reading edition
BY CLINTON SCOLLARD.
Oriole, sitting asway High on an emerald spray, Why that melodious zest, Bird of the beautiful breast, Bright as the dawn of the day? What are the words that you say?— "Sing and be merry with May, Since to be merry is best," Oriole? Winter has wasted away; Gone are the skies that were gray: Hear the glad bird near its nest! Come let us join in its jest,— Join in the joy of the gay Oriole!