Chapter 36
If, like the bird, by Ratcliff Hall, read for LibriVox.org If like the bird who sits and swings upon a branch, and blithely sings, I could but spread two faithful wings, and by their aid could smoothly skim The highest peaks, the summits dim, until I reached the sunlight's rim. Would I not then in pity gaze upon the turmoil and the maze of earth and all its foolish ways?
