Spring - Cuckoo

William Lisle Bowles

1762 to 1850

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The bee is humming in the sun, 
The yellow cowslip springs, 
And, hark! from yonder woodland's side, 
Again the cuckoo sings! 

Cuckoo, cuckoo, no other note 
She sings from day to day; 
But I, though a poor cottage girl, 
Can work, and read, and pray. 

And whilst in knowledge I rejoice, 
Which heavenly truth displays, 
Oh! let me still employ my voice 
In my Redeemer's praise.