The brown thrasher (For CWE) Save for later Saved By Bonnie May Malody April 1, 1983 Save for later Saved Glorious was my singer, glorious was his song, measureless across my days, long as forever's long. Irreplaceable, he sleeps; the sky and air are dim . . . Till I who heard him brightly sing begin to sing for him. Recommended: Could you pass a US citizenship test?