IN THE WOODS.

This is a simple song

That the world sings every day,

Hark! as ye pass along

Ye that go by the way!

For the nightingale up in the oak-bough sings,

“Be loyal, be true, true, true,”

And the wood-dove sits with its folded wings,

And answers “to you, to you.”

And the thrush in the hedge, “I am glad, be glad,”

And the linnet, “let love, let live,”

And the wind in the rushes says, “why so sad!”

And the wind in the trees “forgive!”

While ever so high in the skies above

The heart of the lark o’ erflows,

And “I love, I love, and I love,”

Is the only song he knows.

Hark! as ye pass along

Ye that go by the way!

This is the simple song

That the world sings every day.