Show J Just Folks By EDGAR A. A GUEST GUESTA A CARDINAL SINGS There is a singing bird outside My window on a maple tree And I have flung lung tho casement wide To let that music come to me Enraptured by this flood of oC song That fills my room I wonder why I find Cind in life so much of ot wrong That no such ecstasy have I. I Why with such broad experience As God has given me to share Do I make walling wailing my pretense And think myself a prey to care That song bird sings exultingly Though countless dangers round him lie Why is it he should happier beTo beTo be bo boTo To greet the morning sun than I 11 I with superior gifts endowed Plod heavily the world about My head between my shoulders bowed My mind filled full tull of ot grievous doubt Is his a richer life liCe than mine Is la he so certain of ot his wings So favored by the power divine That thus exultantly he sings Should I not wake to greet tho the day Jay Unbounded gratitude to voice Should I not find along my way Limitless reasons reas-ons to rejoice Oh brave blithe spirit of the air Have you some secret source of bliss bUss That keeps you so exultant there Which strangely we poor mortals mortals mortals mor mor- miss Cop Copyright 1930 1938 Edgar A. A Guest |