  Baby-bird, baby-bird, Ne'er a song on earth May be heard, may be heard, Rich as yours in mirth. All your flickering fingers, All your twinkling toes, Play like light that lingers Till the clear song close. Baby-bird, baby-bird, Your grave majestic eyes Like a bird's warbled words Speak, and sorrow dies. Sorrow dies for love's sake, Love grows one with mirth, Even for one white dove's sake, Born a babe on earth. Baby-bird, baby-bird, Chirping loud and long, Other birds hush their words, Hearkening toward your song. Full of love's own lures, Weak and wrong sounds their song, Singing after yours. Baby-bird, baby-bird, The happy heart that hears Seems to win back within Heaven, and cast out fears. Earth and sun seem as one Sweet light and one sweet word Known of none here but one, Known of one sweet bird. |
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