Ewing, Juliana Horatia Gatty, 1841-1885, Woodward, Alice B., ill · London : G. Bell & Sons · leaf 128
room window, his joy burst forth, after long silence,into song, and flying upwards, he sat on the top-most branch of the pine, and sang as loud as hecould sing to the sun and the blue sky. * Joy I joy ! he sang. * Fresh water and greenwoods, ambrosial sunshine and sunflecked shade,chattering brooks… … A thrush sang it to me one night (p. 103). AN IDYLL OF THE WOOD 105 the singers heart, which is not always the case.Thenceforward, though he slept near the ground,he went up every day to this pine, as to some sacredhigh place, and sang the same song, of whichneither he nor I were ever weary. Let…
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