Shall I hear thy sweet song,
Morning and eve?
Or wilt thou forever
Thy mistress leave?

VII.

Well, dear little bird!
I'll open thy door:
Fly forth to the woods;
I'll cage thee no more.

VIII.

But when winter months come,
With storm-winds that blow,
Come back; I will shelter thee
From the storm and snow.




THE YOUNG GLEANER


A FREE TRANSLATION FROM THE GERMAN.


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