The Builders
I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.And he teaches me gospels of joy,As he gurgles and shouts in his toil:It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ,Bearing a straw for spoil.So I know ‘twas a joyous GodWho stretched out the splendor of things,And gave to my bird the cool green sod,A sky, and a venture of wings.But why are my brothers so still?They are building a lordly hall—They are building a palace there on the hill,But there’s never a song in it all!
I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.And he teaches me gospels of joy,As he gurgles and shouts in his toil:It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ,Bearing a straw for spoil.So I know ‘twas a joyous GodWho stretched out the splendor of things,And gave to my bird the cool green sod,A sky, and a venture of wings.But why are my brothers so still?They are building a lordly hall—They are building a palace there on the hill,But there’s never a song in it all!
I dwell near a murmur of leaves,And my labor is sweeter than rest;For over my head in the shade of the eavesA throstle is building his nest.
I dwell near a murmur of leaves,
And my labor is sweeter than rest;
For over my head in the shade of the eaves
A throstle is building his nest.
And he teaches me gospels of joy,As he gurgles and shouts in his toil:It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ,Bearing a straw for spoil.
And he teaches me gospels of joy,
As he gurgles and shouts in his toil:
It is brimming with rapture, his wild employ,
Bearing a straw for spoil.
So I know ‘twas a joyous GodWho stretched out the splendor of things,And gave to my bird the cool green sod,A sky, and a venture of wings.
So I know ‘twas a joyous God
Who stretched out the splendor of things,
And gave to my bird the cool green sod,
A sky, and a venture of wings.
But why are my brothers so still?They are building a lordly hall—They are building a palace there on the hill,But there’s never a song in it all!
But why are my brothers so still?
They are building a lordly hall—
They are building a palace there on the hill,
But there’s never a song in it all!