Blithe was the song a little bird sang
To greet the new day at its dawning ;
Pleased with its life, its happy notes rang,
And brightened the joy of the morning.
Soft was the lawn, where children at play
Ran shouting and telling their pleasure ;
Gay was the garden where, hung from a spray,
Loud carolled our saffron-hued treasure.
Cruel the butcher bird, swooping in rage,
The moment he found us unwary ;
Feathers and stains on the bars of the cage
Tell the fate of the little canary.
(Gerard Addington D Arcy Irvine)
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