Classic Poem

I

Open wide the windows —
The green hills are in sight,
Winds are whispering, " Violets! "
And — there's a daisy white,
And, the great sun says " Good morning! " and the valleys sing, " Delight! "

II

Open wide the windows —
Life will not let us rest!
A thousand airy messengers
From rosy east to west
Are come with sweetest singing — with roses for Love's breast.

III

No more the white-browed Winter
With stormy, wild alarms!
There's a poet listening — listening,
Where a sense of music charms
Even the woman in the doorway with the baby in her arms.

IV

Take hands and meet the morning
On the hills — in valleys deep:
The Darkness was but dreaming
Where we felt the shadows creep.
Grief wakens on the breast of Joy who sighed himself to sleep.

V

And the green of field and meadow,
And the enfolding blue above,
The clear call of the robin —
Silver-thrush and gray-winged dove,
Shall seem to us a recompense for lost, remembered Love!

VI

Open wide the windows!
Sweet smells the rain-blest sod;
The seed dreams of the harvest
And the color's in the clod;
And the whole world breathes the beauty of the Light and Love of God!