96 BIRD PARADISE 



the wondrous harmony of all space, ah, the spar- 

 rows, out of their simple, pure, gracious hearts, 

 shaped it all into a vision — day born of night — 

 the night of the silent city where I stood, passing 

 surely to the Master's broad, open day of " Come 

 again." The song ceased, darkness had its place, 

 and I came home from the scene, heart all aglow 

 with the blessed inspiration of sparrow's sermon 

 on the mount. 



In some ways the thmsh is the bird of promi- 

 nence among our wood songsters. He comes and 

 goes in a quiet way; in fact so quiet that I never 

 have been able to discover him in the act itself. 

 The thrush corner in Bird Paradise is tenantless 

 or it is given a resident and no one but the bird 

 itself knows when or how. Last week I knocked 

 at the door of the comer named above, and my 

 friend was there. A day or two before he was 

 not there and no sign of his coming was visible 

 anywhere. I suppose that if I had been there 

 early in the morning, I might have seen the birds 

 arriving by the night train on their elevated road. 

 The thrush usually appears when the leaves are 

 about half out. This year, however, he has been 

 a little ahead of time. The marvel is that he ar- 



