The birds sing in the forest

1 The birds sing in the forest,
The leafy branches wave;
The spring-tide brooks are flowing,
And all the woodlands lave;
The mad-cap wind is frolic,
And sports with moss and spray;
And each the heart when kindness
Makes glad the live-long day.

2 The clouds come darkly over,
The sun withdraws his face,
And gloom and coldness gather
Upon each cheerful place;
The night falls drear and heavy,--
No cheer of star-lit ray;
And such the heart when harshness
Makes sad the live-long day.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #38