The Blue Birds - An 1849 Poem

The Blue Bird's song again we hear,

Sweet harbingers of Spring!

Its notes are welcome to my ear,

I love to hear it sing!

 

It comes the soonest of its race,

And flies with gentle wing;

It seeks the old frequented place,

And there it loves to sing.

 

Come, gentle bird, and let us hear

Thy early notes of Spring;

And may thy mate, as wont, be near

To share the joy ye bring.

 

Come, build the nest, the hollow rail

Is where it used to be;

The food ye want, it shall not fail,

And we will welcome thee!

 

The Blue Bird's song we love to hear,

Sweet harbinger of Spring!

Its notes are welcome to my ear,

I love to hear it sing!

April 12, 1849. Lehigh Register 3(27): 1.