The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . h circle larger making;The songster fled in silent song and tree forsaking. I learned a lesson there and thenI trust may be abiding, 87 When I shall hear such songs againThe bird may keep his hiding;My thoughts will in the song be lost,And as a guest invited,Will not observe the garb of hostWhile with his song delighted. Our lifes best songs are often hushed By useless inquisition; As had that singing bird been flushed By questioning disposition. They wisest are who do not scan The mysteries Times evolving. With thanks accept the good they ca
The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale . h circle larger making;The songster fled in silent song and tree forsaking. I learned a lesson there and thenI trust may be abiding, 87 When I shall hear such songs againThe bird may keep his hiding;My thoughts will in the song be lost,And as a guest invited,Will not observe the garb of hostWhile with his song delighted. Our lifes best songs are often hushed By useless inquisition; As had that singing bird been flushed By questioning disposition. They wisest are who do not scan The mysteries Times evolving. With thanks accept the good they can, To Him defer the solving. The richest blessings men enjoy,An unseen hands may not learn by whom, or whyWould bliss come with the knowing?Accept with gratitude the giftThough unbeknown the bringer;The song itself our soul should lift,Though hidden he the singer. What if the hand be not revealed, Nor bird that gives the chorus, The love that prompts is not concealed, The melody is oer us. We hush the sonsfs we love to hear. The sweetest song I ever heardWas from an unseen singer. s In our unwise endeavor; The song is proof a singers near, The gift—that theres a giver. May 20, 1888. WELCOME MEMORY LIKE THESONGS OF BIRDS. I know now what the wild birds sayAs south they flying They promise as they speed awayTo come again in spring;And bring with them the same sweet strainsWe heard in sunny glades,When these broad fields of ripened grainsWere rich in tender blades. Their promises will cherished be,Will always solace bring,While memory preserves for meThe songs Ive heard them this the lesson we should learnFrom sky and waving bough,While waiting pleasures to return,Re-live in past ones now. Yet not alone with songs of birdsAre hearts and minds best filled,With noble deeds and loving words 89 Are they more deepy thrilled. With songs of birds and deeds of love Store well the mind and soul; Mind like the bird will soar above, And souls thus reach their g
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