To you, sweet singer of the songs we love, The greatest tribute that our hearts can feel. You waft us off to regions far above The present world that seems so very real. We find there is no echo of unrest, Nor thunder clouds that loom above the hill, You give us courage that will stand the test; Your whispering note says, "Let's be calm, be still." Now spring is in your garden, row by row The jaunty crimson tulips bend and nod; The iris bed is blossoming below Rich-petaled boughs that speak to us of God. While madrigals of birds trill sweet and clear, Above them all, your notes so rich, so dear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASOLANDO: EPILOGUE by ROBERT BROWNING CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL by ELMER CLEVELAND ADAMS ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |