Classic Poem

" Consider the lilies. "

I THINK if He who spake that blessed word
Had sat with us this summer-morning hour,
And heard thy tones, so full of music's power,
He would have thought some mellow-throated bird,
The praise of his sweet kin just having heard,
Had echoed back the praise of bird and flower
From where he listened in his leafy bower,
So giving thanks for honor high conferred.
I think that if the birds themselves should hear
Across this air, so sweet with lilies made,
Thy cheery notes ring out so fresh and clear,
While all their own are hushed till evening's shade,
They too would wonder from what song-bird rare
Came such a song, so sweet beyond compare.