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THISTLE-DOWN by CLARA DOTY BATES

First Line: NEVER A BEAK HAS MY WHITE BIRD
Last Line: IS THE THISTLE-DOWN.
Subject(s): BORDS;
NEVER a beak has my white bird,
Nor throat for song;
But wings of silk by soft wind stirred
Bear it along.

With wings of silk and a heart of seed,
Over field and town
It sails, -- ah! quaint little bird indeed
Is the thistle-down.



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