Poems (Prescott)/Three

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THREE
Three baby birds on the wing; Where did they learn how to sing? Who, do you think, taught them how To fly from their nest on a bough?
Three baby buds on the stem; Who can it be fashioned them Out of the black garden mould, Rose-tinted, fold upon fold?
Three baby stars in the sky; How did they climb up so high? What is the power divine,That made them twinkle and shine?
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