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"Hail to thee blithe splrit

 BIrd thou never Wert lf'--rjhallV tO a skyla
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Hall to thee bthe splritll

 Bird, thou never vert r'-r5helly to skylark. Thou arf a "brd"-a pretty bird thou amiable hen, And spirit" thou h0yerest about the barns of men meek and quiet spirit thou rather than heard And love thee for thy genIeness thou sweet domestic

 bird

 child of industry and peace, thou dost appear to be. And scratching round the world fer food Is world enough

 for thee.

 There's judgment thy shrewdness

 in thine air.

 And the of chckenhood Is dwelling there Thy voice is somewhat clamorous but while most other birds

 Pipe their soft and loveke sentimental words Thy cacklng statsical in business style made To procamate To all around when thou egg has laid

 grant il lacks In sentiment, and possibly might little ostentatous too; but in this age of steam, When selfdisplay all the go" and "stastcs "the rage"

 It surelys in keeping with .the spirit of the age!" And thy genter voice of is heard sntreatng from the

 mud,

 For thy chickens some of them come and light upon bug

 And ateve thy private "curew belthy clncking tongue Is oosed,

 To bid the chicks rsake the world and with thee to roost. Thus calmly dost thou pass thy days thou amiable hen Renouncing woods and poetry for the bustng haunt Of men; -. The may sing the eagle soa the vul;ue joy In strife Iris glory enough for thee to be domestic in thy life. And farewell -bc thou with joy and abundant blest

 And be thy last declining days thy bghes thy best With this cease and my harp hang like Jews by Ba bells streams. No more thy praise warble forh bird of my |