A Hundred Thousand Birds

A hundred thousand birds salute the day One solitary bird salutes the night Its mellow grieving wiles our grief away And tunes our weary watches to delight It seems to sing the thoughts we cannot say And to set them right Until we feel once more that may is may And hope some buds may bloom without a blight A hundred thousand birds salute the day One solitary bird salutes the night This solitary bird outweighs, outvies The hundred thousand merry-making birds Whose innocent warblings might make us wise Would we but follow when they bid us rise Would we but set their notes of praise to words And launch our hearts up with them to the skies