78 THE GLADNESS OF NATURE. THE GLADNESS OF NATURE. Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play on the bright green vale ; And there they roll on the easy gale. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower; There's a titter of wind in that beechen tree; There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. And look at the broadfaced sun, how he smiles BRYANT. THE SONG OF THE GRASS. 79 WHAT I WOULD BE. I WOULD not be an eagle fierce, I would not be a moping owl, And pouncing on the mice at night, No I would be a lark, and mount From the daisy-spangled sod, With twinkling wings to Heaven's gate, SONGS FROM THE GERMAN. THE SONG OF THE GRASS. HERE I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: By the dusty road-side, On the sunny hill-side, Close by the noisy brook, In every shady nook, I come creeping, creeping everywhere. 80 THE SONG OF THE GRASS. Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: There where the children play, Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: My pleasant face you'll meet, Cheering the sick at heart, Toiling his busy part, Silently creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: Nor hear my low sweet humming, For in the starry night, And the glad morning light, I come quietly, creeping everywhere. Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: More welcome than the flowers, In summer's pleasant hours. The gentle cow is glad, And the merry bird not sad To see me creeping, creeping everywhere. Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: BIRDS. In the happy Spring I'll come, Here I come, creeping, creeping everywhere: Most gratefully I raise To Him at whose command I beautify the land, Creeping, silently creeping everywhere. JOHN S. DWIGHT. BIRDS. O, THE sunny summer time! When the year is in its prime! Dashing in the rainbow spray; Light and lovely there are they! 81 On the moor and in the fen, There the joyous bird is seen; All among the mountain thyme ; Where the sparkling waters chime; In the crag; and on the peak, Splintered, savage, wild, and bare, There the bird with wild wing Wheeleth through the air. Wheeleth through the breezy air, In a troubleless delight! Where the branching ferns up-curl, Soon as is the dawning, Wakes the mavis and the merle; Wakes the cuckoo on the bough; O, the sunny summer-time! O, the leafy summer-time! When the year is in its prime ! |