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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1289. The Mocking-Bird
By Frank Lebby Stanton
HE did n’t know much music
  When first he come along;
An’ all the birds went wonderin’
  Why he did n’t sing a song.
They primped their feathers in the sun,        5
  An’ sung their sweetest notes;
An’ music jest come on the run
  From all their purty throats!
But still that bird was silent
  In summer time an’ fall;        10
He jest set still an’ listened,
  An’ he would n’t sing at all!
But one night when them songsters
  Was tired out an’ still,
An’ the wind sighed down the valley        15
  An’ went creepin’ up the hill;
When the stars was all a-tremble
  In the dreamin’ fields o’ blue,
An’ the daisy in the darkness
  Felt the fallin’ o’ the dew,—        20
There come a sound o’ melody
  No mortal ever heard,
An’ all the birds seemed singin’
  From the throat o’ one sweet bird!
Then the other birds went Mayin’        25
  In a land too fur to call;
Fer there warn ’t no use in stayin’
  When one bird could sing fer all!


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