Classic Poem

There's too much beauty in the world to-day
For pain is born of utter loveliness
And singing hearts are hushed by dreams too fair
For aught but tears or silence to express.

See what a shade of blue the sky has caught
And into every lake its azure spills,
Mark the deep purple of the mountain peaks
And vivid green across the nearer hills.

There's clover fragrance in the fields to-day
And sun-baked sweetness from the pines beyond.
Out of the forest comes the breath of ferns
And mossy coolness from the birch-rimmed pond.

The robins flash their songs from tree to tree,
A hermit thrush is calling far away
And in his song I hear my own heart's cry —
" There's too much beauty in the world to-day. "