Poem by Henry Van Dyke

The Mocking-Bird

In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon,
Catching the lilt of every easy tune;
But when the day departs he sings of love,--
His own wild song beneath the listening moon.

1. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion
2. Undine
3. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
4. To Julia Marlowe
5. Twilight in the Alps

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