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THE SPRING MINSTRELS by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

First Line: HARK! HOW THE WELKIN RINGS
Last Line: IS EVENING'S CALM.
Subject(s): BIRDS; MINSTRELS; SPRING;

THRUSH

HARK! how the welkin rings,
Trembling with glee!
Hark! how the Mavis sings,
Changing his key!
Bird of the dapple-gray!
Warbling from topmost spray,—
What bard durst fling to-day
Challenge to thee?

BLACKBIRD

Merle to his mate doth call,
'Springtime is near!
Flute-like his accents fall,
Blithesome his cheer!
Never so true a note
Down the soft wind did float
From so divine a throat
Of such a seer!

LARK

Queen of the azure sky!
Whose dew-lapp'd home
Green blades, or wheat, or rye,
Serve for a dome.—
Soaring with spiral flight
High o'er the realms of sight,
Rapt in thy song's delight,
Where dost thou roam?

LINNET

Brown wings flash in and ou,
Winnow the wind.—
Lovers, without a doubt,
Rapture enshrined!
Flitting from tree to tree,
Filling my soul with glee,
Linnet, thy melody
Is wondrous kind!

ROBIN

Robin, my winter friend,
Robin, my Robin!
Did all thy music end
When winds were sobbing?
Fetter'd to vain regret,
Is thy bright soul afret?
Surely the Spring can set
Thy heart a-throbbing?

CHAFFINCH

Chaf'st thou at my approach?
Shelfie, refrain!
Never could I encroach
On thy domain.
Bird of the flashing plume!
Piercing the days of gloom,
Thy mossy nest resume,
Fearless of bane

THE ROOKS

Cradled in sunset glows,
Rock'd by the storm!
Far from your fellest foes,
Chaunting Life's psalm.
Happy community!
Builded of Unity.—
Dawn's importunity
Is Evening's calm.



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