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comes the voice of the gentlest and simplest of singers — the green-leaf singer — the Vireo.

The spirit bird, so frail that an unkind breath, a falling flower, might kill him, without a puissant guardian, what could he do?

But there is no fear in his voice, no broken plume in his wing; he is unwounded and fearless as he softly sings:

“Hear — hear me.
Hear — hear me.”

A song of the bluest sky he sings, of the greenest leaf, of the freshest airs and the rippling lake; a song of the sweetest days, for now is the calm summer weather abroad — aglow on the Chaska-water.