WINGS HAPPINESS AND
Helen R Augustine
WINGS HAPPINESS AND SONG
My heart is filled with sadness,
With it, no sun in sight;
Come awaken all ye sleepy birds
And carry to me bright sunlight.
Oh sing away the thick clouds above
Until all have moved to the west;
Leaving the sky only with heavenly blue
Tis then I know you have done your best.
Then sing again to me Bird of Paradise
Through the branches of the tall tree;
Sing of green hills and valleys far away
For these things I can not see.
Then upward he soared with his golden wings
Clutching my sadness he journeyed along;
As if to let me borrow for one to-day
His wings, his happiness, his song.
By Helen R. Augustine (Mom)