THE BIRDS THAT SING TO ME
All nature is happy this morning,
Oh! how they welcome the beautiful sun,
And those silver-throated fellows
Gives music until the day is done.
They bring to my heart so sweetly
A feeling I can hardly explain,
That travels on the breezes so tender,
With such a soothing refrain.
DREAM OF BYGONES
The peonies are in bloom,
Their perfume I adore,
Naught keeps me from dreaming
Of you for evermore.
The night is bright,
The dewdrops fall,
The night birds sing
With a distant call.
My heart then beats
In throbbing pain,
My eyes in tears,
My soul is strained.
Come tell me, dear,
If thy love’s dead,
Come raise me then
From sorrow’s bed.
WHENE’ER CONSCIENCE SPEAKS
Have you given this a thought,
If you haven’t you really ought.
This is what we all should know
And we do wrong when we don’t go
Whene’er conscience speaks.