10 January 2014

Meadowlark Poem from California

Written for the Rural Press by Hope Haywood.
Hear, oh hear, that meadow lark trill;
Is it not clear and sweet?
As he whistles so soft, and trills and thrills,
With his happy bursts of song.
 
His evening song — in the pastures green,
Where he has rested to-day;
For every good,
Since his toil for his food,
In the morning's gold to-day.
 
His heart but waits for the morn,
To come with its strength and power,
To help him to sing, to carol, and bring
New love to the fleeting hours.
 
Within, within, is the kingdom of heaven —
Within your patient heart;
Bide through the dark, and then the lark
Shall join in your glorious song.
 
Oh hear him trill, oh, hear him trill,
His happy, happy song;
His thrilling, thrilling, thrilling joy,
His glorious thought and song.
 
His thanks, his burst, his love
For the meadows there,
That he so fair,
And listen to his song.
 
Meadows so rare,
In the sun's soft air;
All speckled with gold
And purple fold,
Of little flowers fair.
 
I will build me a nest
Of the brightest and best;
Why should I not
Gather this gold
That the sunbeams hold,
And the pearly pearl
The soft winds twirl.
 
He plays on his harp with sunbeams —
His music is so rare;
He sets it where the diamonds fall
From fountains of living springs
That leap in the air,
And the drops that fall
Make music in his ear;
And he sings, he sings,
He rings, he rings
His joy forth, pure and clear;
Ah, life is a dower of love, and of beauty;
Ah, life is a hope, and joy is a duty!
 
Hear him, hear him!
Hear that bark —
Like the light
Out of dark;
Oh, his glorious happiness
Is so sweet, he must confess
The power it brings
To his soul as he sings
Hear him! hear him!
Hear him sing!
 
Oh, he makes such music ring,
To my ears and heart
They almost ache
With the thrilling dart
Of sweetness wrought
From love's own heart;
And I could almost sing
His hymn divine.
 
Oh, bird of the golden breast!
Thou sheddest a ray
Over my way
This summer day;
And I receive
The song and its happiness.
El Cajon, San Diego.
June 21, 1879. Pacific Rural Press 17(25): 406.