Classic Poem

A new religion stirs me now
With sacred fervor, and I vow
To be its votary, and share
With song and sunshine everywhere.

Its ministers are birds and trees,
Its choir is the holy breeze,
Its creed: To make the whole world fair
With song and sunshine everywhere.

This is the faith that I will keep,
This is the passion that will sweep
My winter-burdens into air
With song and sunshine everywhere.

For He is risen, and I sing
The throbbing ritual of Spring;
While April moves me, more than prayer,
With song and sunshine everywhere.