My heart is like a little bird
    That sits and sings for very gladness.
Sorrow is some forgotten word,
    And so, except in rhyme, is sadness.

The world is very fair to me---
    Such azure skies, such golden weather,
I'm like a long caged bird set free,
    My heart is lighter than a feather.

I rise rejoicing in my life;
    I live with love for God and neighbour;
My days flow on unmarred by strife,
    And sweetened by my pleasant labour.

O youth! O spring! O happy days,
    Ye are so passing sweet, and tender,
And while the fleeting season stays,
    I revel care-free, in its splendour.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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