- O Thrush, upon the beechen bough,
- Shake thy glad wings and sing;
- All things around thy dwelling now
- Bud freshly in the spring.
- Through new oped leaves of brightest green
- The flitting sunlights breaks;
- The fern-leaves o'er the streeamlets lean,
- The star primroses wake.
- And over all the sunshine flows,
- And over all they song,
- Sole breaker of the wood's repose,
- Floats as we pass along.
- Thou hast no past, no future, bird!
- Sing on in unchecked glee;
- From me shall come no harsher word
- To mar thy minstrelsy.
- Sing clear and shrill! 'tis sweet to list
- Thy song of jubilee,
- And in this weary world to wist
- That some rejoice like thee;
- Some who can dwell in simple trust
- 'Mid this day's leaves and flowers;
- Nor taint their beauty with the dust,
- Of bye-gone days or hours.
History and Legacy of Wild Birds Including Historic Ornithology and Other Topics of Interest
30 January 2014
The Singing Bird in the Woods
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