Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Phbe-Bird
By George Parsons Lathrop (18511898)Y
Two songs it has, and both of them I’ve heard.
I did not know those strains of joy and sorrow
Came from one throat, or that each note could borrow
Strength from the other, making one more brave
And one as sad as rain-drops on a grave.
One is for hey-day, one for sorrow’s cadence.
Our voices vary with the changing seasons
Of life’s long year, for deep and natural reasons.
If, at some time, the gayer note has faltered.
We are as God has made us. Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate or good and evil—all
At separate times in separate accents call;
Yet ’tis the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The Listener finds them in one music blended.