Poems (Prescott)/Choral
CHORAL
Summer is in the air, odors are everywhere; Idle birds are singing loud and clear; Brooks are bubbling over; heads of crimson clover On the edges of the field appear.
All the meadow blazes with buttercups and daisies, And the very hedges are tangles of perfume; Butterflies go brushing, all their plumage crushing. In among this wilderness of bloom.
The thorn-flower bursts its sheath, the bramble hangs a wreath, And blue-eyed grasses beckon to the sun; While gypsy pimpernel waits eager to fortell When rainy clouds are gathering one by one.
The very world is blushing, is carolling and gushing Its heart out in a melody of song; While simple weeds seem saying, in grateful transport praying, "Unto Him our praises all belong!"