
(from Streams in the Desert, August 11) “I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing, Listening to your music with its lilt of spring, When the storm-cloud darkens, then’s the time to sing.”
(from Streams in the Desert, August 11) “I have learned your lesson, bird with dappled wing, Listening to your music with its lilt of spring, When the storm-cloud darkens, then’s the time to sing.”