38
WIND-HARP
SONGS.
B
THE
DAY-BIRTH.
EAUTIFUL
!
Beautiful
!
Far
away
The
Sun
leaps
up
with
his
baby,
Day,
A
royal
father,
and
proud,
is
he,
His
visage
gleams
with
fatherly
glee;
The
wood-birds
sing
and
the
roosters
cheer;
The
green
leaves
glitter
up
starts
the
deer
!
All
nature
rings
with
the
glad
refrain:
& quot;
Behold
!
the
world
is
new
again. & quot;
THE
WHITE
SWAN
OF
WINTER.
THE
white
swan
of
winter
is
plucking
her
breast;
With
down-fluffs
the
hill
rocks
are
padded
and
pressed;
The
cold
winds
are
blowing,
The
white
feathers
strowing;
The
white
swan
of
winter
is
making
her
nest.
In
all
the
universe
but
one
great
fact
I
see:
Mystery.
