Hope for Thrush


Hope for Thrush

Hope for Thrush

Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.

Be there but echoes all along,
he forgets the day, but not his song.

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