Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Joy

My heart is like a little bird
That sits and sings for very gladness.
Sorrow is some forgotten word, 
And so, except in rhyme, is sadness.

The world is very fair to me –
Such azure skies, such golden weather, 
I’m like a long caged bird set free, 
My heart is lighter than a feather.

I rise rejoicing in my life; 
I live with love of God and neighbour; 
My days flow on unmarred by strife, 
And sweetened by my pleasant labour.

O youth! O spring! O happy days, 
Ye are so passing sweet, and tender, 
And while the fleeting season stays, 
I revel care-free, in its splendour.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

Madison Cawein Joy ("What were this life without her?")

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