The meadow lark’s trill and the brown thrush’s whistle <br /> From morning to evening fill all the sweet air, <br />And my heart is as light as the down of a thistle – <br /> The world is so bright and the earth is so fair. <br />There is life in the wood, there is bloom on the meadow; <br /> The air drops with songs that the merry birds sing. <br />The sunshine has won, in the battle with shadow, <br /> And she’s dressed the glad earth with robes of the spring. <br /> <br />The bee leaves his hive for the field of red clover <br /> And the vale where the daisies bloom white as the snow, <br />And a mantle of warm yellow sunshine hangs over <br /> The calm little pond, where the pale lillies grow. <br />In the woodland beyond it, a thousand gay voices <br /> Are singing in chorus some jubilant air. <br />The bird and the bee and all nature rejoices, <br /> The world is so bright, and the earth is so fair. <br /> <br />I am glad as a child, in this beautiful weather; <br /> I have tossed all my burdens and trials away; <br />My heart is as light – yes, as light as a feather; - <br /> I am care-free, and careless, and happy to-day. <br />Can it be there approaches a dark, dreary to-morrow? <br /> Can shadows e’er fall on this beautiful earth? <br />Ah! To-day is my own! No forebodings of sorrow <br /> Shall darken my skies, or shall dampen my mirth.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-song-3/
