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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-to-be-said-on-hearing-the-birds-sing/
