Tag: A Song by James Whitcomb Riley
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A SONG by James Whitcomb Riley
A SONGBy James Whitcomb Riley There is ever a song somewhere, my dear,There is ever a something sings alway:There’s the song of the lark when the skies are clear,And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain,And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree;And in and out,…