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It is Beautiful to be

As the bluebells nod their heads in their sleepy hollow beds
And the leafy lacy frond brush the stately cattail's pond
Yellow cowslips in the dell have so many tales to tell
Where the Whippoorwill can still any heart to feel its thrill.

Let your children play together in the fragrant fields of heather
Where the heart meets soul and sky and where joy's the lasting cry.
Dance around the posies gaily as the butterflies to daily
Teaching children from our knee it is beautiful to be.

When you're steeped in bated sorrow 'cause the winter's on the harrow
And the posies that were gay lay asleep beneath the hay
Just remember in September what will follow in December
When the chorus of delight sings the songs of our true light.

Soon the springtime sings of clover and we know that winter's over
When the sunshine brings the florist to the fields and to the forest
Where the sleepy nodding heads in their sleepy hollow beds
Reach for joy as sleep is shed though we once thought they were dead.

Bring your children and your fancies to the fields of smiling pansies
Where the Whippoorwill can still any heart to feel its thrill
Where the cowslips in the dell have so many tales to tell
As we free our child to see it is beautiful to be.
© 18 March 1984 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers

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