A wise bluebird
Puts in his little heavenly word.
--_Lanier._
The bluebird, shifting his light load of song
From post to post along the cheerless fence.
--_Lowell._
It is his gentle, high-bred manner and not his azure coat which makes
the bluebird.--_Torrey._
How can we fail to regard its azure except as a fragment from the blue
of the summer noonday arch?--_Silloway._
The bluebird always bears the national colors--red, white, and
blue--and in its habits is a model of civilized bird-life.--_Dr.
Cooper._
At the first flash of vernal sun among the bare boughs of his old home
he hies northward to greet it with his song, and seems, unlike the
oriole, to help nature make the spring.--_Baskett._
As he sits on a branch lifting his wings there is an elusive charm
about his sad, quivering _tru-al-ly_, _tru-al-ly_. Ignoring our
presence, he seems preoccupied with unfathomable thoughts of field and
sky.--_Merriam._
And yonder bluebird, with the earth tinge on his breast and the sky
tinge on his back, did he come down out of heaven on that bright March
morning when he told us so softly and plaintively that if we pleased,
spring had come?--_Burroughs._
He is "true blue," which is as rare a color among birds as it is among
flowers. He is the banner-bearer of bird-land also, and loyally floats
the tricolor from our trees and telegraph wires; for, besides being
blue, is he not also red and white?--_Coues._