By DAVID BUXTON.
[During a gloomy November the singing of a bird was heard daily in Regent’s Park, London; beginning before daylight and continuing until sunset.]
[During a gloomy November the singing of a bird was heard daily in Regent’s Park, London; beginning before daylight and continuing until sunset.]
Welcome and glad, this dim November morning,The lone bird singing from a leafless tree,Cheering the chilly world ere earliest dawning;—Nor is its cheery message missed by me.The bird’s sweet song is but the Father’s teaching;Gladness and joy He sends for every hour—Sends both, in answer to true heart’s beseeching,Whether the sun is bright or tempests lower.Dark night hath stars; dark cloud its “silver lining;”Something of sunshine lightens darkest days;Happy the heart in trust and faith diviningGod’s light and leading through life’s dreariest ways.So would I sing, and sing like thee, till silenceShall tell that we have passed beyond the flood—Thou, to sing on in some isle far-distant hence,I, farther still, at home, in heaven, with God.
Welcome and glad, this dim November morning,The lone bird singing from a leafless tree,Cheering the chilly world ere earliest dawning;—Nor is its cheery message missed by me.The bird’s sweet song is but the Father’s teaching;Gladness and joy He sends for every hour—Sends both, in answer to true heart’s beseeching,Whether the sun is bright or tempests lower.Dark night hath stars; dark cloud its “silver lining;”Something of sunshine lightens darkest days;Happy the heart in trust and faith diviningGod’s light and leading through life’s dreariest ways.So would I sing, and sing like thee, till silenceShall tell that we have passed beyond the flood—Thou, to sing on in some isle far-distant hence,I, farther still, at home, in heaven, with God.
Welcome and glad, this dim November morning,The lone bird singing from a leafless tree,Cheering the chilly world ere earliest dawning;—Nor is its cheery message missed by me.
Welcome and glad, this dim November morning,
The lone bird singing from a leafless tree,
Cheering the chilly world ere earliest dawning;—
Nor is its cheery message missed by me.
The bird’s sweet song is but the Father’s teaching;Gladness and joy He sends for every hour—Sends both, in answer to true heart’s beseeching,Whether the sun is bright or tempests lower.
The bird’s sweet song is but the Father’s teaching;
Gladness and joy He sends for every hour—
Sends both, in answer to true heart’s beseeching,
Whether the sun is bright or tempests lower.
Dark night hath stars; dark cloud its “silver lining;”Something of sunshine lightens darkest days;Happy the heart in trust and faith diviningGod’s light and leading through life’s dreariest ways.
Dark night hath stars; dark cloud its “silver lining;”
Something of sunshine lightens darkest days;
Happy the heart in trust and faith divining
God’s light and leading through life’s dreariest ways.
So would I sing, and sing like thee, till silenceShall tell that we have passed beyond the flood—Thou, to sing on in some isle far-distant hence,I, farther still, at home, in heaven, with God.
So would I sing, and sing like thee, till silence
Shall tell that we have passed beyond the flood—
Thou, to sing on in some isle far-distant hence,
I, farther still, at home, in heaven, with God.