DELAWARE VALLEY OBNITHOLOOICAL CLUB. 27 



rain, and wind out of the sunset and broken light. I can almost 

 see the brown bird there in the half light on a low limb close to 

 the trunk of a still leafless chestnut, his throat swelling with 

 that hallowed and hallowing hymn. Pure and cool, calm and 

 reconciling, it flows through my memory, sweet of all the quiet 

 joys of living. 



