The Poetry Corner

Spring - Cuckoo. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)

By William Lisle Bowles

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.