Thus Sang The Birds Of Eden Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

should caroling birds now suffer wrong

because they own no licensed song

but winterbourne sing till the last of leaves

some through the winter till they freeze

though crowds follow not

nor with laurel are they crowned

thus sang the birds of Eden.

some plain of plumage, in music abounding

ever should they now be rounding

but man must figure by acclaim

and mix and match

the quality of sound and scratch

and crowd each other at the till

and barter soul for the circus thrill, the shrill parade

of who will fade and who's the star

and who's on trend to win to win

becomes the only tune of the mechanical nightingales.

yet for the birds in evergreens

they sing oh blessed Lord and heart brimmed song

we sing we sing without a fee

to Thee! to Thee!

obscurely.

not publishing but to the crystal air

that men should hope and not despair.

because of Thee because of Thee.

sweet revelry! well armed for the jeweled Day.

mary angela douglas 16 december 2022