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The Bobolink
is gone – the
Rowdy of the
Meadow –
And no one
swaggers now
but me –
The Presbyterian
Birds can now
resume the Meeting
He gaily boldly  interrup-
ted + that overflowing
Day
When opening the
Sabbath in their
afflictive Way
He bowed to
Heaven instead
of Earth
And shouted
Let us pray – and bubbled let us pray –
↩ He recognized his maker – overturned

↪ The Decalogue –

+ To every Heaven above
+ To all the Saints he knew every God he knew

 

He swung upon
the Decalogue
and shouted
Let us pray –
When supplicating mercy
In a portentous
way,
↪ portentous
way

 

Gay from an unann-
ointed Twig
He gurgled – bubbled
Let us pray –
Sweet from a
surreptitious Twig