The Bower

Will you come out and see
My pretty bower with me,
My sweet little house that lilac boughs have made ;
With windows up on high,
Through which I see the sky,
And look up to Him who made the pleasant shade ?

The sunbeams come and go
So brightly to and fro,
Like angels of light, too dazzling to be seen !
They weave a curtain fair
About my doorway there,
And paint all my walls with shining gold and green.

I have sweet music too,
And lovely songs for you,
To hear in my house among the lilac leaves ;
For breezes softly play,
And robins sing all day :
I think this is praise that God on high receives.