I’m moving a relative into a senior apartment this weekend, so I’ve been extremely busy and more than a little stressed. As you may know, I read poetry when I’m stressed. I happened across this one and thought I’d share with you. I hope it touches your heart as much as it touched mine.
In Summer Paul Laurence Dunbar – 1872-1906
Oh, summer has clothed the earth In a cloak from the loom of the sun! And a mantle, too, of the skies’ soft blue, And a belt where the rivers run.
And now for the kiss of the wind, And the touch of the air’s soft hands, With the rest from strife and the heat of life, With the freedom of lakes and lands.
I envy the farmer’s boy Who sings as he follows the plow; While the shining green of the young blades lean To the breezes that cool his brow.
He sings to the dewy morn, No thought of another’s ear; But the song he sings is a chant for kings And the whole wide world to hear.
He sings of the joys of life, Of the pleasures of work and rest, From an o’erfull heart, without aim or art; ‘T is a song of the merriest.
O ye who toil in the town, And ye who moil in the mart, Hear the artless song, and your faith made strong Shall renew your joy of heart.
Oh, poor were the worth of the world If never a song were heard,— If the sting of grief had no relief, And never a heart were stirred.
So, long as the streams run down,
And as long as the robins trill,
Let us taunt old Care with a merry air,
And sing in the face of ill.
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