Happy Poems

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1. June Is Such a Bonny Time

   by Annette Wynne

   June is such a bonny time—
   Bird and flower weather—
   Time for song and love and rime—
   Time to be together;
   Time for hoops and sails and wings,
   Butterflies and happy things.
   

2. The Brown Thrush

   by Lucy Larcom

   
   

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   There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree.
   "He's singing to me! He's singing to me!"
   And what does he say, little girl, little boy?
   "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
   Don't you hear? Don't you see?
   Hush! Look! In my tree,
   I'm as happy as happy can be!"
   

   And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest do you see,
   And five eggs, hid by me in the juniper-tree?
   Don't meddle! Don't touch! little girl, little boy,
   Or the world will lose some of its joy!
   Now I'm glad! Now I'm free!
   And I always shall be,
   If you never bring sorrow to me."
   

   So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree,
   To you and to me, to you and to me;
   And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,
   "Oh, the world's running over with joy!
   But long it won't be,
   Don't you know? Don't you see?
   Unless we're as good as can be."
   

3. The Angel of Joy

   by Bliss Carman

   
   

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   There is no grief for me
   Nor sadness any more;
   For since I first knew thee
   Great Joy has kept my door.
   

   That angel of the calm
   All-comprehending smile,
   No menace can dismay,
   No falsity beguile.
   

   Out of the house of life
   Before him fled away
   Languor, regret, and strife
   And sorrow on that day.
   

   Grim fear, unmanly doubt,
   And impotent despair
   Went at his bidding forth
   Among the things that were, —
   

   Leaving a place all clean,
   Resounding of the sea
   And decked with forest green,
   To be a home for thee.
   

4. Reeds of Innocence

   by William Blake

   
   

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   Piping down the valleys wild,
   Piping songs of pleasant glee,
   On a cloud I saw a child,
   And he laughing said to me:
   

   "Pipe a song about a lamb!"
   So I piped with merry cheer.
   "Piper, pipe that song again;"
   So I piped: he wept to hear.
   

   "Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
   Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"
   So I sang the same again,
   While he wept with joy to hear.
   

   "Piper, sit thee down and write
   In a book that all may read."
   So he vanished from my sight;
   And I plucked a hollow reed,
   

   And I made a rural pen,
   And I stained the water clear,
   And I wrote my happy songs
   Every child may joy to hear.
   

5. Spring Came Walking

   by Annette Wynne

   Spring came walking through the grass;
   I heard her happy footsteps pass;
   I went outside and took her hand,
   And followed her across the land.
   And everywhere we took our way,
   The flowers called a holiday.
   

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