THE BIRD IN THE STORM.
Its wings were drenched and the bough was wet,
No ray was below or above;
But it shook its dripping feathers of jet,
And hopefully resting, it carolled yet
In the tone of grateful love.
No ray was below or above;
But it shook its dripping feathers of jet,
And hopefully resting, it carolled yet
In the tone of grateful love.
I watched the clouds and I saw the bird,
As it whistled on the bough;
And a lesson came in the notes I heard,
The spirit in my heart was stirred,
And Thought sat on my brow.
As it whistled on the bough;
And a lesson came in the notes I heard,
The spirit in my heart was stirred,
And Thought sat on my brow.
It whispered thus, "Oh, child of Earth,
Learn thou to sing with trust;
Not only in the hour of mirth,
But when the sorrowing time of dearth
May lay thy joys in dust!
Learn thou to sing with trust;
Not only in the hour of mirth,
But when the sorrowing time of dearth
May lay thy joys in dust!
"Though gloom may gather in your way,
Yet let your faith be warm;
And while the mingling thunders play,
Let the heart still pour forth its fervent lay,
—The Blackbird of Life's Storm!"
Yet let your faith be warm;
And while the mingling thunders play,
Let the heart still pour forth its fervent lay,
—The Blackbird of Life's Storm!"
WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY.
We have faith in old proverbs, full surely,
For Wisdom has traced what they tell,
And Truth may be drawn up as purely
From them, as it may from "a well."
Let us question the thinkers and doers,
And hear what they honestly say,
And you'll find they believe, like bold wooers,
In "Where there's a will there's a way."
For Wisdom has traced what they tell,
And Truth may be drawn up as purely
From them, as it may from "a well."
Let us question the thinkers and doers,
And hear what they honestly say,
And you'll find they believe, like bold wooers,
In "Where there's a will there's a way."
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