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The Zankiwank

birds, for they are their best friends you know, and they love all Nature with a vast and all-embracing, all-enduring love.

One singer as he went along chanted half sadly:—

To tell of other’s joys the poet sings; To tell of Love, its sweets and eke its pain;The tenderest songs his magic fancy strings, Of Love, perchance, that he may never gain.Hearts may not break and passion may be weak,But O the grief of Love that dare never speak!

A light-hearted bard then took up the cue and carolled these lines:—

There’s so much prose in life that now and then, A tender song of pity stirs the heart,A simple lay of love from fevered pen, Makes in some soul the unshed tear-drops start.Sing, poets! sing for aye your sweetest strain,For life without its poetry were vain!
Then they all sang together a song of May,
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