| Show A SONG AND A LESSON A wildwood yellow bird A wondrous pretty thing sits perched upon the lilac bough and plumes his hie golden wing not that the sunlight lingers red in beauty beancy on bis us breast for see the dusky tempest clouds hang heavy in the west fair habitation thine and frail 0 gentle summer bird now that by ram rain and stormy wind the forest heart is stirred thy little home so lithe and sweet like dew born lilies shakes and oer thy head with jar and crash the stormy thunder breaks he his bill his woodland song how rich and soft t and mild I 1 comes gushing from his silvery throat As it the sunshine smiled though with each vibrant melody the storm blast bends the tree he ceases not but still dear god his song soars up to thee 0 0 yellow bird 0 happy bird I 1 what lessons dost thou give I 1 the christian neath the wildest skies still hopefully shall live while his fair tree of earthly joy bends breaking to the sod in theft the fierce erce tempests sharpest throes his song goes up to god mary A dendon |
