ALONE WITH THE BIRDS AT DAWN, 



Just as the soft light was breaking 



O'er the hill tops far away 

 And the happy birds were waking 



To welcome the coming day. 

 When the soft grass was gemmed with dew 



O'er the gentle sloping lawn, 

 I strolled the peaceful woodlands through, 



Alone with the birds at dawn. 

 The Lark's song from the meadow land, 



Came in cadence sweet and clear, 

 It fell like some old anthem grand 



Upon my listening ear. 



The Catbird from his perch on high 



Sang love's story sweet and old. 

 The Yellow Warbler flitted by 



Like a sudden gleam of gold. 



The Kingbird passed in graceful flight 



To catch his prey upon the wing. 

 And from the elm tree's giddy height 



I heard the loved Robin sing. 

 From swaying branches overhead, 



The Blackbird orchestra sang, 

 Where Aurora, her radience shed, 



Until all the wild woods rang. 

 O'er the woodlands there comes a hush 



As on ears attentive fall 

 The varying notes of the Thrush, 



Sweetest singer of them all. 



An ecstacy my bosom stirred, 



Slumb'ring dreams awoke once more 

 As that sweet melody I heard. 



With a joy unfelt before. 

 If sorrow lurks within your breast. 



If from you some joy has gone. 

 Seek once again sweet peace and rest 



Alone with the birds at dawn. 



Hattie Washbur: 



