The birds do sing me sweet songs from the trees,
The bees and locusts hum their best.
Oh, can high heaven top these pure Elysian charms,
Can it be happier and more blest?
Then do I thank my dear Redeemer
That he hath giv’n this world of ours,
Where we may seek our souls’ full consolation
In realms of birds, and trees, and flowers.
THE WAR ETERNAL
The strife of man will ne’er be over,