Oh, Why Not Be Happy?
(“A quoi bon entendre les oiseaux?”)
{RUY BLAS, Act II.}
Oh, why not be happy this bright summer day,
’Mid perfume of roses and newly-mown hay?
Great Nature is smiling—the birds in the air
Sing love-lays together, and all is most fair.
Then why not be happy
This bright summer day,
’Mid perfume of roses
And newly-mown hay?
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and nestling their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
Then why not be happy
This bright summer day,
When Nature is fairest
And all is so gay?
LEOPOLD WRAY.
{Footnote 1: Music composed by Elizabeth Philip.}