Something Told the Wild Geese

                         Rachel Field

                          Something told the wild geese

                                  It was time to go.

                                  Though the fields lay golden

                                   Something whispered,--"Snow."

                                  Leaves were green and stirring,

                                 Berries luster-glossed,

                                But beneath warm feathers

                                 Something cautioned--"Frost."

                                All the sagging orchards

                                Steamed with amber spice,

                                  But each wild beast stiffened

                                 At remembered ice.

                                 Something told the wild geese

                                     It was time to fly,--

                                   Summer sun was on their wings,

                                  Winter in their cry.

Be Like The Bird

Victor Hugo

Be like the bird, who

Halting in his flight

On a limb to slight

  Feels it give way beneath him,

Yet sings,

    Knowing he hath wings.

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