Classic Poem

A thousand sounds, and each a joyful sound:
The dragon-flies are darting as they please;
The humming-birds are humming all around;
The clethra all alive with buzzing bees.
Each playful leaf its separate whisper found,
As laughing winds went rustling through the grove;
And I saw thousands of such sights as these,
And heard a thousand sounds of joy and love.

And yet so dull I was, I did not know
That He was there who all this love displayed;
I did not think how He who loved us so
Shared all my joy,—was glad that I was glad;
And all because I did not hear the word
In English accents say, “It is the Lord.”