NEGLECTED minstrel of the single song, Piping at twilight through the russet fields, Thy two soft silver notes, one short, one long, Rich with the careless joy that nature yields, Rise from the stubble round the well-stocked fields, Far from the chattering flock or warbling throng: Bob White! American! All hail, my countryman! Thy treble, sweet or shrill, delights my ear; A song of freedom ere our race began, A challenger of conquest loud and clear; Bespeaking nature pure as God's first plan, And pride and peace, and quiet ever dear: Bob White! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM |