Joy

FLORENCE A. BOYD

Hither, thither, comes and goes,
Lighter than the wind that blows,
Brightens grass and flower and tree,
Dances off across the sea,
Carols clear the glad refrain,
Peace on earth, the heavenly strain;
Blesses every living thing—
For it is a thought a-wing.

Angel thoughts rejoice to fly
High into immensity,
Where Truth's beam and where Love's star
Gleam for all, or near or far.
Life's ideas are free as air,
Here and there and everywhere;
For, wherever they may roam,
All God's universe is home.