The Point of View

MAUDE CLARK HOUGH

A little song bird came my way,
Once on a sunny summer day,
And sang to me of love;
But presently the song bird went,
And I was filled with discontent,
Nor saw blue skies above.

A little flower bloomed at my feet,
Both tenderly and boldly sweet,
And stirred my heart within;
Then, some one idly trampled it,
Blue skies the sun no longer lit,
The world seemed full of sin!

Another day, I passed that way.
The skies no longer seemed so gray;
And yet, the sun shone not!
The bird's sweet song, the fragrant flower,
They happier made full many an hour,
When I myself forgot!

The little bird sang out for me,
But to fulfill his destiny!
The little flower came but to fill
The spot whereon she grew, with grace!
Our joy comes not with time or place,
But as we do His will!