MORNING THOUGHTS 
'HE summer sun is shining 
Upon a world so bright ! 
| The golden light, the depth of shade, 
All seem as they were only made 
To minister delight. 
From giant trees, strong branched, 
And all their veinéd leaves ; 
From little birds that madly sing ; 
From insects fluttering on the wing; 
Ay, from the very meanest thing, 
My spirit joy receives. 
I think of angel voices 
When the birds’ songs I hear ; 
