To a Kansas Redbird.You're singing in the hedge, All gray and leafless now; Then through the frost-killed sedge, And through the orchard bare, From apple tree to peach, You wing a graceful flight Some half-hid bough to reach. There, only partly screened From watchful human gaze, You carol forth delightful strains All through the winter days. No sweeter bird is there than he To gladden Kansas homes ; With scarlet coat and silvery notes, Our prairies free he roams. ___Ad. H. Gibson
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