The Thrush (op. 14, no. 4)

"The Thrush" is the final song of Beach's Four Songs, Op. 14.

Date: 1891Composer: Amy Marcy BeachText: Edward Rowland SillSong Collection: Four songs, Op. 14

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The Thrush
by Edward Rowland Sill

The thrush sings high on the topmost bough;
Low, louder, low again, and now,
He has changed his tree, you know not how,
For you saw no flitting wing.

All the notes of the forest throng,
Flute, reed, and string, are in his song;
Never a fear knows he, nor wrong,
Nor a doubt of anything.

Small room for care in that soft breast;
All weather that comes is to him the best,
While he sees his mate close on her nest,
And the woods are full of spring.

He has lost his last year’s love,
I know, He, too, but ’tis little he keeps of woe,
For a bird forgets in a year,
and so no wonder the thrush can sing.

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"Four Songs," Op. 14

Composer(s): Amy Beach

Song(s): The Summer Wind
Le secret
Sweetheart, Sigh No More"
The Thrush

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