A Song by James Whitcomb Riley There is ever a song somewhere, my dear; There is ever a something sings always: There's the song
of the lark when the skies are clear, And the song of the thrush when the skies are gray. The sunshine showers across the grain, And the bluebird trills in the orchard tree; And in and out, when the eaves dip rain, The swallows are twittering ceaselessly. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear - There is ever a song somewhere, my dear There is ever a song somewhere! There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, In the midnight black, or the mid-day blue: The robin pipes when the sun is here, And the cricket chirrups the whole night through. The buds may blow, and the fruit may grow, And the autumn leaves drop crisp and sear; But whether the sun, or the rain, or the snow, There is ever a song somewhere, my dear. There is ever a song somewhere, my dear, Be the skies above or dark or fair, There is ever a song that our hearts may hear - There is ever a song somewhere, my dear - There is ever a song somewhere!
Select the correct answer.
What is the theme of this passage?
A. There is a universal song in nature which all hearts can hear.
B. Nature is never the same, it is always changing with a new song.
C. One should be like nature, merry in every way.
D. Even when things seem dark, there is always something to be happy about.
