Classic Poem

Down in the vale the singing birds have nested;
I hear them every morning at their play
Singing about our windows unmolested—
But thou and I are happier than they.

Out in the woods I heard the breezes telling
How glad they were now Spring had come to stay;
With light and happy airs their songs were swelling—
But thou and I are happier than they.

Close by the lake I listened to the flowers
Breathing their joy of every shining day;
“None happier than we, no joy like ours”—
But thou and I are happier than they.

Last night I heard two angels beat their pinions
And sing “Praise God; His smile and gentle way
Make us the happiest things in His dominions—”
But thou and I are happier than they!