Bobolink - Poem of 1864
- Where the pheasant late was drumming
- With her brown and spotted wings;
- Where the velvet bees are humming,
- Where the ox-eyed daisy swings --
- The gay bobolink is coming.
- With his song the welkin rings.
- His coat is black as night,
- His opaulettes are white;
- A meadow bard is he,
- Minstrel of liberty.
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- Hear the chorus of the rover
- As he sings upon a reed,
- On the thistle, in the clover,
- On the tip-top of the weed.
- On the elm-twig bending over,
- Singing where he husks the seed
- Where the soft cotton grows,
- As white as winter snows,
- He never sand the lay
- That charms, the ear to-day.
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- How soft and tender is the twitter
- Of this meadow minstrel gay!
- How jubilant the wings that flitter
- While he sings his roundelay
- Above the still and faithful sitter
- Upon her nest of wool and hay!
- When the glad husband sings,
- His wife, with folded wings,
- Hid in the grass and flowers
- Forgets the fleeting hours.
- George W. Bung~?
June 25, 1864. The bobolink Miners' Journal and Pottsville General Advertiser 40(26): 4.