Читать книгу Birds and Nature Vol. 11 No. 5 [May 1902] - Various - Страница 3

The hand that struck thee down

Could not have known

That thou hadst songs unsung

And flights unflown.

But ours will be the loss —

No more at morn

Will sound the reveillé

From thy wee horn.

Thy form will not be one

That flits the air,

As one that trusts in God

And knows no care.

Then when the shadows creep,

And light grows dim,

We’ll list, but never hear,

Thy vesper-hymn.

The hand that struck thee down

Could not have known

That thou hadst songs unsung

And flights unflown.