(Another "Saturday Song" a bit late, on Sunday. This week's edition is a bit unusual. It includes a new piece of music accompanied by old words, namely, a reading of my favorite poem, The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy, narrated over a musical composition I wrote for the poem. I love Hardy's imagery of a barren winter landscape, and a solitary figure who finds "some blessed hope" whereof "to fling his soul." I hope you'll find it encouraging. Glen).