(A REPLY) <br /> <br />Yes, I was wrong about the phoebe-bird. <br />Two songs it has, and both of them I've heard: <br />I did not know those strains of joy and sorrow <br />Came from one throat, or that each note could borrow <br />Strength from the other, making one more brave <br />And one as sad as rain-drops on a grave. <br />But thus it is. Two songs have men and maidens: <br />One is for hey-day, one is sorrow's cadence. <br />Our voices vary with the changing seasons <br />Of life's long year, for deep and natural reasons. <br />Therefore despair not. Think not you have altered, <br />If, at some time, the gayer note has faltered. <br />We are as God has made us. Gladness, pain, <br />Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane, <br />With love and hate, or good and evil—all, <br />At separate times, in separate accents call; <br />Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast <br />That gives an impulse to our worst and best. <br />I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended, <br />The Listener finds them in one music blended.<br /><br />George Parsons Lathrop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-phoebe-bird/
