Poems (Crandall)/Appreciation

by Rosa Neil Crandall

For works with similar titles, see Appreciation.

Appreciation

The bird that doth raise  His glad voice in praiseSeeks not the applause of the throng,  The notes are as sweet  In the wild forest deep;He must sing for the joy of the song.

But an answering trill  Brings a rapturous thrillWhat joyousness fills every tone,  For his song hath been heard  By some other wild bird;It is not for himself alone.

So the heart sings its song  Far away from the throng,Yet blessed the answering voice;  When another hath heard  Some soul hath been stirredHow the singer doth rise and rejoice.