Classic Poem

Birds are singing through the branches,
On this leafy summer day;
Thoughts are singing through my spirit,
Radiant and glad as they.

I am thinking, as I ramble,
Of the olden, olden times
When I wandered through the meadows,
Weaving happy childish rhymes.

Just such sunny skies bent o'er me
As are bending o'er me now;
Just such sweet love-making breezes
Kissed and kissed me, cheek and brow.

Now the same deep spell comes o'er me,
With the breath of this sweet day,
Like a fresh, serene baptism
From the meadows far away.

And my heart is glad and happy
With the pure joy of a child;
Glad because the Father sends it
Thoughts so calm and undefiled.

Gladder yet that still it trembles
To the music of the rhymes
That I wove among the meadows
Of the olden, olden times.