A Poem To Be Said On Hearing The Birds Sing

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A FRAGRANT prayer upon the air 
My child taught me, 
Awaken there, the morn is fair, 
The birds sing free; 
Now dawns the day, awake and pray, 
And bend the knee; 
The Lamb who lay beneath the clay 
Was slain for thee.

© Douglas Hyde