A New SongE.SeeleySeeley, E.E. S.IllustratorUnsigned
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A New Song.He found a place of snug retreat,Where larches droop and pine-trees [wave,Secure from sound of passing feet,And quiet as the silent grave.And there alone he tried the songWhich came to him with morning light,Rung in his head the whole day long,And must be sung ere falls the night.And warbling to himself he said,“ ’Twas just the song he long had sought,”And then he lifted up his head,And sung the notes his ear had caughtFrom some bright spirit of the sky,Who lingering near our world unseen,Had dropped some heaven-learnt melodyClose to his haunt in hedgerow green.“ This trill so tender,” said the bird,“ Will win my love to trust in me ;These merry piping notes, if heard,Must move young birds to mirth and glee.Some joyous strains I’ll keep to cheerAll mortals who may doleful be,The whole I’ll sing most true and clear,To Him who sent the song to me.”E. S.