Classic Poem

To cheer our minds
Such crowds and kinds
Of charms all round us are;
That if we were
All eye or ear
Each sense would have full share.

Birds in the spring
Do chirp and sing,
With clear, shrill, and sweet throats:
Some hop, some fly,
Some soar on high,
Each of them knows its notes.

With bills and breasts
They build their nests,
Then lay and hatch their young;
They feed them too,
All this they do,
And spare some time for song.

Hear you a lark?
Tell me what clerk
Can match her! He that beats
The next thorn bush,
May raise a thrush
Would put down all our waits.