I thank the April snow,
Whose magic sent from wood
And field a hungry brood
To be my friends a blessed day or so;___
Hedge sparrows, yellow-billed,
Black-capped, the cardinal
Of joyous heart, and all
The mouse-breast juncos. To my board crumb-filled
With the snow they came, and now
As softly as snow thaws
They are gone, their little claws
Clasping hedge twigs again or woodland bough.
by William Savage Johnson
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