The Nightingale

by Patience Worth

Patience Worth

Tender melody, tuned of love,
Flowing the valley, bursting the hedge,
Parting the willows and streaming
Thy gladness upon men.
Oh, tender melody, most sacred!
Art thou a sacrament from His hand?
Behold, my soul has thirsted
And my heart hath dried, when lo,
His hand, from out the wicker heaven,
Unloosed a nightingale for my draught!

Last updated January 14, 2019