Singing-Bird

By Abram Joseph Ryan

In the valley of my life

Sings a “Singing-Bird”,

And its voice thro’ calm and strife

Is sweetly heard.

In the day and thro’ the night

Sound the notes,

And its song thro’ dark and bright

Ever floats.

Other warblers cease to sing,

And their voices rest,

And they fold their weary wing

In their quiet nest.

But my Singing-Bird still sings

Without a cease;

And each song it murmurs brings

My spirit peace.

“Singing-Bird!” O “Singing-Bird!”

No one knows,

When your holy songs are heard,

What repose

Fills my life and soothes my heart;

But I fear

The day — thy songs, if we must part,

I'll never hear.

But “Singing-Bird!” ah! “Singing-Bird!”

Should this e'er be,

The dreams of all thy songs I heard

Shall sing for me.