Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Birds of GodFrances Shaw
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Your thoughts, like birds of God,
Sang to you at your play.
Tonight
The horrid beasts of war
Have driven God’s birds away.
You are too young for fears,
And oh, too young for sorrow.
But clasp your little hands
And pray
That all God’s birds of yesterday
May sing again tomorrow.