Heart to Heart
A little trouble came my way,
It made a really gloomy day
And I believed it came to stay.
And then I told it to the trees,
The singing birds, the humming bees,
And all such gladsome things as these.
A babbling brook gave listening ear,
A robin hushed his song to hear,
And whispering breeze hovered near.
When thus my secret I let fall,
The trouble somehow grew so small
That I could find it not at all.
by Lydia Alice Sheets: as published in Monta H. Crane and Selma Shepherd Downey, compilers: “Sunshine and Shadows” (1973), ‘Book II - Scattered Sunshine, Beauty and Nature,’ page 153
A little trouble came my way,
It made a really gloomy day
And I believed it came to stay.
And then I told it to the trees,
The singing birds, the humming bees,
And all such gladsome things as these.
A babbling brook gave listening ear,
A robin hushed his song to hear,
And whispering breeze hovered near.
When thus my secret I let fall,
The trouble somehow grew so small
That I could find it not at all.
by Lydia Alice Sheets: as published in Monta H. Crane and Selma Shepherd Downey, compilers: “Sunshine and Shadows” (1973), ‘Book II - Scattered Sunshine, Beauty and Nature,’ page 153
