Classic Poem

Oh what has caused the sparrow's mirth
That she should sing so light a song—
Oh what has come upon the earth
That it should laugh the whole day long—
Oh who has made his magic thrill
The heart of fairy, flower and fawn—
I looked behind a rosy hill
And saw Him in the dawn.

For it was April—he that comes
With laughter on his lyric lips,
While every happy zephyr hums,
And clouds go by like homing ships.
The sullen day, the torpid night,
The world's indifferent moods depart,
And all things surge with music, light,
Dreams—and the April heart.