The Oriole : : By Harriette G. Pennell ▼ Hark, ’tis the oriole’s song,Sweet, worshipful, deep in delight;There’s a spell divine in the radiant voice,Outbreaking from morn till night!O sweet in the flush of dawnComes the golden melody;And for lonely shadows no place is foundIn the message he sings to me!Then the voice like aContinue reading “The Oriole : Harriette G Pennell : : Bird Poems : :”