THE SPARROW A little bird, with plumage brown, beside my window flutters down, A moment chirps its little strain, ten taps upon my window pane, and chirps again, & hops along, to call my notice to its song; But I work on, nor heed its lay, til, in neglect, it flies away. So birds of peace & hope & love come fluttering earthward from above, to settle on lifes window-sills, and ease our load of earthly ills; but we, in traffics rush and din to deep engaged to let them in, with deadened heart and sense plod on, nor know our loss till they are gone. (P.L. Dunbar)
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 06:01:02 +0000
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