- The complete poem (for those who might be curious):

A DAY OF SUNSHINE

O GIFT of God! O perfect day :

Whereon shall no man work, but play ;

Whereon it is enough for me,

Not to be doing, but to be!

Through every fibre of my brain,

Through every nerve, through every vein,

I feel the electric thrill, the touch

Of life, that seems almost too much.

I hear the wind among the trees

Playing celestial symphonies ;

I see the branches downward bent,

Like keys of some great instrument.

And over me unrolls on high

The splendid scenery of the sky,

Where through a sapphire sea the sun

Sails like a golden galleon.

Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,

Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,

Whose steep sierra far uplifts

Its craggy summits white with drifts.

Blow, winds ! and waft through all the rooms

The snow-flakes of the cherry-blooms !

Blow, winds ! and bend within my reach

The fiery blossoms of the peach !

O Life and Love ! O happy throng

Of thoughts, whose only speech is song !

O heart of man ! canst thou not be

Blithe as the air is, and as free ?

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow