My heart is like a little bird <br /> That sits and sings for very gladness. <br />Sorrow is some forgotten word, <br /> And so, except in rhyme, is sadness. <br /> <br />The world is very fair to me – <br /> Such azure skies, such golden weather, <br />I’m like a long caged bird set free, <br /> My heart is lighter than a feather. <br /> <br />I rise rejoicing in my life; <br /> I live with love of God and neighbour; <br />My days flow on unmarred by strife, <br /> And sweetened by my pleasant labour. <br /> <br />O youth! O spring! O happy days, <br /> Ye are so passing sweet, and tender, <br />And while the fleeting season stays, <br /> I revel care-free, in its splendour.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joy-5/
