" ' What bird is that ? Its song is good,' 



And eager eyes 

 Go peering through the dusky wood 



In glad surprise ; 

 Then late at night when by his fire 



The traveller sits. 

 Watching the flame grow brighter, higher. 



The sweet song flits 

 By snatches through his weary brain 



To help him rest." 



Helek Hunt Jacksox : The IVay to Sing. 



