[Written for the Sentinel]

"Be still, and know"

Beautiful bird, so care-free and joyous,Up in the topmost bough—full-throated, glad,God's humble messenger, type of true freedomThat lifts the weary, the sick, and the sad,

You do not fear when the heavy clouds gather,You give out song though no sun seems to shine;Oh, that we all might heed the sweet message,Heaven-sent, through you a God-given sign!

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