Anonymous. April 23, 1859. The blue bird. Dayton Daily Empire 10(81): 1.
- I am so blithe and glad to day!
- At morn I heard a blue bird sing;
- The blue-bird, warbling soul of spring,
- The prophet of the leafy May —
- And I knew the violets under the tree
- Would listen and look the bird to see,
- Peeping timidly here and there
- In purple and odor to charm the air;
- And the wind flower lifts its rose veined cup
- In the leaves of the old year buried up;
- And all the delicate buds that bloom
- On the moss beds, deep in the forest gloom,
- Would stir in their slumber and catch the strain,
- And dream of the sun and the April rain —
- For spring has come when the blue-bird sings
- And folds in the maple his glossy wings,
- And the wind may blow and the storm may fall,
- But the voice of summer is heard in all.
- I am so blithe and glad to day!
- My heart, beside the blue-bird sings,
- And folds, serene, its weary wings,
- And knows the hours lead on to May!