Dedication
Inscribed with all Grateful Esteem
Dedication
TO THE GOOD OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE
The deadnin’ and the thicket’s jes’ a b’ilin’ full o’ June, From the rattle o’ the cricket, to the yaller-hammer’s tune; And the catbird in the bottom and the sap-suck on the snag, Seems’s ef they cain’t—od-rot-’em!—jes’ do nothin’ else but brag!
There’ music in the twitter o’ the bluebird and the jay, And that sassy little critter jes’ a-peckin’ all the day; There’ music in the “flicker,” and there’ music in the thrush, And there’ music in the snicker o’ the chipmunk in the brush!—
There’ music all around me!—And I go back—in a dream Sweeter yit than ever found me fast asleep:—And, in the stream That used to split the medder wher’ the dandylions growed, I stand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road.
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