Awake and sing, for the Christ who said
"Consider the Lilies," speaks to-day (not a buried Christ but a risen King)
And grand shall the final anthem swell
When all who in dust and darkness dwell, like the Lilies of Easter awake and sing.
"Consider the Lilies," speaks to-day (not a buried Christ but a risen King)
And grand shall the final anthem swell
When all who in dust and darkness dwell, like the Lilies of Easter awake and sing.
THE BIRD'S SONG.
The corn is waving its silken floss
In the breeze that frolics the field across
And the berries gleam with a richer hue
And the grasses bend 'neath the morning due.
And the Summer-Bride of the golden Sun,
Her reign of beauty has just begun,
Sweet roses strew the paths she treads
And millions of blossoms nod their heads
And load the air with their sweet perfume
And earth is aglow with fruit and bloom;
But best of all in yon leafy grove
Are some little birds that I dearly love,
They have opened their eyes to the sun-bright air
And tasted the berries rich and rare.
Oh! of all the joys, I think the best,
Are the little birds in their cozy nest!
In the breeze that frolics the field across
And the berries gleam with a richer hue
And the grasses bend 'neath the morning due.
And the Summer-Bride of the golden Sun,
Her reign of beauty has just begun,
Sweet roses strew the paths she treads
And millions of blossoms nod their heads
And load the air with their sweet perfume
And earth is aglow with fruit and bloom;
But best of all in yon leafy grove
Are some little birds that I dearly love,
They have opened their eyes to the sun-bright air
And tasted the berries rich and rare.
Oh! of all the joys, I think the best,
Are the little birds in their cozy nest!
On a flowery twig I perch and sing:
"Welcome, sweet Summer, good-bye, sweet Spring,'
And I look on the heavens so high and bright,
And I look on the meadows aglow with light
And plume my wings for the skies' bright towers
Then pause to linger among the flowers,
Oh, the earth is so fair I am happy to stay
But the heavens are so bright I must fly away!
"Welcome, sweet Summer, good-bye, sweet Spring,'
And I look on the heavens so high and bright,
And I look on the meadows aglow with light
And plume my wings for the skies' bright towers
Then pause to linger among the flowers,
Oh, the earth is so fair I am happy to stay
But the heavens are so bright I must fly away!
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