Happy am I as the thrushes that sing;
Happy as Nature that welcomes the Spring;
Glad as the flowers that drink the cool rain,
For sweet joy has kissed me again and again.
Happy am I every hour of the day,
For I live in the woods, and bathe in the spray;
My home is the hearts of all souls that are bright,
For I am the child of God's Wonderful Light!
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
—Mark Guy Pearse