Sweet birds that breathe the spirit of song,
And surround heaven’s gate in melodious throng;
Who rise with the earliest beams of day,
Your morning tribute of thanks to pay,
You remind me that we should likewise raise
The voice of devotion, and song of praise;
There’s something about you that points on high,
Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky.
C. W. Thompson.
Birds, joyous birds, of the wandering wing!