"There's a new note in the choirs that sing upon the leafless boughs. There's a new song in the air today --- a song that seems to rouse --- and resurrect the life within, grown cold in winter hours --- Waking all the old sweet dreams --- of blossoms, buds and flowers. There's a new hope in the world today because of this glad sound. There's an urgent and an upward thrust of green things in the ground. There's a new joy in the hearts of men because of this strange note: this rapturous reveille from some little feathered throat."
~ Patience Strong ~
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