5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing The spring decoys And as the summer nears And as the Rose appears Robin is gone Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return Fast is a safer hand Held in a truer Land Are mine And though they now depart Tell I my doubting heart They're thine In a serener Bright In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear Each little discord here Removed Then will I not repine, Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown Shall in a distant tree Bright melody for me Return