Appreciation
The bird that doth raise
His glad voice in praise
Seeks not the applause of the throng,
The notes are as sweet
In the wild forest deep;
He must sing for the joy of the song.
His glad voice in praise
Seeks not the applause of the throng,
The notes are as sweet
In the wild forest deep;
He must sing for the joy of the song.
But an answering trill
Brings a rapturous thrill
What joyousness fills every tone,
For his song hath been heard
By some other wild bird;
It is not for himself alone.
Brings a rapturous thrill
What joyousness fills every tone,
For his song hath been heard
By some other wild bird;
It is not for himself alone.
So the heart sings its song
Far away from the throng,
Yet blessed the answering voice;
When another hath heard
Some soul hath been stirred
How the singer doth rise and rejoice.
Far away from the throng,
Yet blessed the answering voice;
When another hath heard
Some soul hath been stirred
How the singer doth rise and rejoice.
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