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Edgar Guest - April Thoughts
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Listen to the laughter of the brook that`s racin` by!
      Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on the fence!
    Stand an` see the beauties of the blue that`s in the sky--
      Then ask of God why mortals haven`t any better sense
    Than to quarrel an` to battle
    Where the guns an` cannon rattle
      An` to slaughter one another an` to fill the world with hate.
    God brings the buds to blossom
    Where the gentle breezes toss `em
      An` the soul is blind to beauty that takes anger for its mate.

    Listen to the singin` of the robins in the trees!
      See the sunbeams flashin` where they`re mirrored by the stream!
    Hear the drowsy buzzin` of the honey-seekin` bees,
      Then draw a little closer to your God the while you dream.
    When the world is dressed to cheer you
    Don`t you feel Him standin` near you?
      When your soul drinks in the beauty of the wonders in His plan,
    An` you`ve put away your passions,
    Don`t you think the works He fashions
      In their beauty an` their bigness mock the littleness of man?

    Oh, I never walk an orchard nor a field with daisies strewn,
      An` I never stand bare-headed gazin` everywhere about
    At the living joys around me, be it morning, night or noon,
      But I ask God to forgive me that I ever held a doubt.
    Surely men must walk in blindness,
    With the whole world tuned to kindness,
      An` all dumb an` feathered creatures fairly bubblin` o`er with glee
    To devote themselves to madness
    That can only end in sadness
      An` to think that they are being what God put them here to be.
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