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THE AN GLER’S REVEILLE

WHAT time the rose of dawn is laid across the lips of night,

And all the drowsy little stars have fallen asleep in light ;

’Tis then a wandering wind awakes, and runs from tree to tree,

And borrows words from all the birds to sound the reveille.

This is the carol the Robin throws
Over the edge of the valley;
Listen how boldly it flows,
Sally on sally :

T'z'n'a-lirra,
Down the river,
Laughing ‘wafer
All a-qaz'iver.
Day is near,
Clear, clear.

Fish are breaking,
Time for waking.
Tap, tap, tap 1
fDo you hear P
All clear—

Wake up 1

The phantom flood of dreams has ebbed and vanished with the dark,

And like a dove the heart forsakes the prison of the ark ;

Now forth she fares through friendly woods and diamond-fields of dew,

While every voice cries out “ Rejoice ! ” as if the world were new.

This is the ballad the Bluebird sings,
Unto his mate replying,

Shaking the tune from his wings
While he is flying:

Surely, surely, surely,
Life is dear
Even here.
Blue above,
You to love,
‘Purely, purely, purely.

There ’s wild azalea on the hill, and roses down the dell,

And just one spray of lilac still abloom beside the well ;

The columbine adorns the rocks, the laurel buds grow pink,

Along the stream white arums gleam, and violets bend to drink

This is the song of the Yellowthroat,
Fluttering gaily beside you ;

Hear how each voluble note
Offers to guide you:

Which way, sir P
I say, sir,

Lei me ieach you,
I beseech you!
Are you wishing
jolly fishing P
This way, sir I
I 'II ieach you.

Then come, my friend, forget your foes, and leave your fears behind,

And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind ;

For be your fortune great or small, you’ll take what God may give,

And all the day your heart shall say, “ ’T is luck enough to live.”

This is the song the Brown Thrush flings
Out of his thicket of roses ;

Hark how it warbles and rings,
Mark how it closes :

Luck, luck,

What luck P

Good enough for me I
I ’m alive, you see.
Sun shining,

No repining ;
Ne‘ver borrow

Idle sorrow ;

wrap it 1

Corner it up 1

Hold your cup!
joy will fill it,
Don't spill it,
Steady, be ready,
Good luck 1

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