"Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky"

Thrush returned, singing his heart out, and this time he wasn't hidden by branches, though the sky wasn't as blue.

I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy ...

from The Thrush's Nest - John Clare
(page 28 in the RSPB Anthology of Wildlife Poems)