The Blue Bird - A Spring Song
By Wm. W. Fosdick.
- Gentle harbinger of Spring,
- Bird of the heaven hue,
- Bearing on thine airy wing,
- Summer's softest blue;
- Oh! welcome back thy ruddy breast
- And music breathing mouth
- Sweet herald ! of the breezy west,
- And of the spicy South.
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- The bright-hued courier of the sun!
- Old Winter hears thy strain,
- And drawing up his snowy cloak,
- Goes slowly down the plain;
- And in his tracks, in robes of green,
- The Spring comes, dancing gay,
- And April draws the curtain screen
- That hides the blushing May.
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- Oh! welcome back sweet Messenger!
- Thou hast a guiding chart,
- 'Tis Memory's needle, made to stir,
- The compass of thy heart!
- Then ridest in the sunshine's car,
- Born on the South wind's breath
- Led by the icy, Polar Star,
- And the evenings in the West.
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- Sweet Envoy of the gentle Spring!
- Oh! bring me tidings, true,
- That I shall see a blossoming
- Upon life's tree anew.
- But if thou cannot bring Love back,
- I prithee Bird, depart!
- For fairest skies will seem but black,
- Without a Spring at heart.
June 3, 1858. Bellevue Gazette 2(28): 1. Initially April 10, 1858 in the Kanzas News 1(41): 4.