Rose for a Nightingale

Nightingale, thou art not forlorn,

Thy sacrifice not made in vain

That hung thy life upon a thorn,

And tempered true love with its stain.

Purity, thou art not slighted

By the spurn of a thankless sway.

Thy charity stands unblighted,

Though the whole world withers away.

Nightingale, thy sweet notes impart

The tenets of a godly role.

I hold thy bloom against my heart,

And sing thy song within my soul.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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