A Bird Song
The soul of strife hath burst its barsAnd on exultant wingsAmid the immortal field of starsBehold, it sings!
And thou, O tuneless heart of Care,Stronger than earth is strong,Doth not thy pain escape its snareAnd rise in song?
Virginia Woodward Cloud (1861–1938)
The soul of strife hath burst its barsAnd on exultant wingsAmid the immortal field of starsBehold, it sings!
And thou, O tuneless heart of Care,Stronger than earth is strong,Doth not thy pain escape its snareAnd rise in song?