ON HEARING THE DAWN CHORUS
Oh
sweet, small bird with magic throat
Who blithely greets the day,
What joy you give this April morn,
What tidings you convey,
Your song imparts much optimism
Of bright and golden days,
You sing of how there's joy in life
In, oh so many ways;
No sustenance is there at hand,
No warmth to fill your home,
Yet you rejoice with melodic notes,
This song, that's yours alone,
If you but knew just what it means
To awaken at the dawn
To hear these sweet and trilling notes,
How can one be forlorn?
Although daylight is not yet full,
Your song dispels all gloom,
As with your true vibrating scales
You fill this shadowy room.
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