VICTORY

Not only in the peaceful countrysideDo blackbirds sing.In city's traffickingYou'll hear themThrough the traffic's din.They will, I'm told,Sing even on a battlefield.

Brave and grateful heartsMake no conditions.You will hear their songPealing spontaneously longBefore healing is apparent.Their joy inherent,They wait not on the dawn,They sing it on.This they know—God made man perfect, and maintains him so.And so they sing.

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