Fires of Driftwood by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
page 55 of 107 (51%)
page 55 of 107 (51%)
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Little Brown Bird O LITTLE brown bird in the rain, In the sweet rain of spring, How you carry the youth of the world In the bend of your wing! For you the long day is for song And the night is for sleep-- With never a sunrise too soon Or a midnight too deep! For you every pool is the sky, Breaking clouds chasing through,-- A heaven so instant and near That you bathe in its blue!-- And yours is the freedom to rise To some song-haunted star Or sink on soft wing to the wood Where your brown nestlings are. So busy, so strong and so glad, So care-free and young, So tingling with life to be lived And with songs to be sung, O little brown bird!--with your heart That's the heart of the Spring-- How you carry the hope of the world In the bend of your wing! |
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