A Song Of Singing
Sing! gangling lad, along the brink Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep, Where killdees dip, and cattle drink, And glinting little minnows leap! Sing! slimpsy lass who trips above And sets the foot-log quivering! Sing! bittern, bumble-bee, and dove - Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing as you will, O singers all Who sing because you want to sing! Sing! peacock on the orchard wall, Or tree-toad by the trickling spring! Sing! every bird on every bough - Sing! every living, loving thing - Sing any song, and anyhow, But Sing! Sing! Sing!
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"Sing! gangling lad, along the brink..."
Exploring the themes of classic, James Whitcomb Riley delivers a powerful performance in "A Song Of Singing"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...