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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.

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.

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.

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