Summer Song by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The meadow lark's trill and the brown thrush's whistle / From morning to evening fill all the sweet air, / And my heart is as light as the down of a thistle -- / The world is so bright and the earth is so fair. / There is life in the wood, there is bloom on the meadow; / The air drips with songs that the merry birds sing. / The sunshine has won, in the battle with shadow, / And she's dressed the glad earth with robes of the spring.

The bee leaves his hive for the field of red clover / And the vale where the daisies bloom white as the snow, / And a mantle of warm yellow sunshine hangs over / The calm little pond, where the pale lilies grow. / In the woodland beyond it, a thousand gay voices / Are singing in chorus some jubilant air. / The bird and the bee, and all nature rejoices, / The world is so bright, and the earth is so fair.