The sun creeps round my window-side,—
How fair thou art, young day,
And thou, so marvelously wide,
Thou sky-blue passageway
To God's dear happiness!
The birds are singing sweet and clear;
The bells, I hear them ring.
Yes, Father God, Thy call I hear,
I too will come and sing.
Among the lilies I will sit
And praise Thee all the while;
No shadowy doubts will I permit
To quench Love's gracious smile.
And I will think of Thee all day,
And pass Thy smiles around,
That men may learn of this sweet way
Of healing Love, and thus abound
With peace and golden joy.
