Ode the the Dawn Chorus

With lilting cry and sweet harmonic call,
They brightly make their praise known unto God.
Thus dove and finch and songbirds one and all
To their grand Maker in the morn applaud.
Their wond'rous worship no man an abate,
Nor quell the south winds smooth and temperate;
They give the Sun's new rise an opus grand,
And in the dappled sunlight doth they flit.