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ht of thy saint, O Venice! Who said in his tenderness, "I love thy birds, my Father dear, Our lives they cheer and bless! "For love is not for men only; To the tiniest little things Give room to nestle in our hearts; Give freedom to all wings!" And the lovely, still piazza, Seemed with his presence blest, And I, and the children, and the doves, Partakers of his rest. LAURA WINTHROP JOHNSON. * * * * * SONG OF THE DOVE. There sitteth a dove so white and fair, All on the lily spray, And she listeneth how, to Jesus Christ, The little children pray. Lightly she spreads her friendly wings, And to heaven's gate hath sped, And unto the Father in heaven she bears The prayers which the children have said. And back she comes from heaven's gate, And brings--that dove so mild-- From the Father in heaven, who hears her speak, A blessing for every child. Then, children, lift up a pious prayer, It hears whatever you say, That heavenly dove, so white and fair, That sits on the lily spray. FREDERIKA BREMER. * * * * * WHAT THE QUAIL SAYS. Whistles the quail from the covert, Whistles with all his might, High and shrill, day after day, "Children, tell me, what does he say?" _Ginx_--(the little one, bold and bright, Sure that he understands aright)-- "He says, 'Bob White! Bob White!'" Calls the quail from the cornfield, Thick with stubble set; Misty rain-clouds floating by Hide the blue of the August sky. "What does he call now, loud and plain?" _Gold Locks_--"That's a sign of rain! He calls 'More wet! more wet!'" Pipes the quail from the fence-top, Perched there full in sight, Quaint and trim, with quick, bright eye, Almost too round and plump to fly, Whistling, calling, piping clear, "What do _I_ think he says? My dear, He says 'Do right! do right!'" MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. * * * * * CHICK-A-DEE-DEE. The snowflakes are drifting round windows and door; The chilly winds whistle "Remember the poor;" Remember the birds, too, out on yonder tree; I hear one just singing a Chick-a-dee-dee. Throw out a few crumbs! you've enough and to spare;
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