 | Poems of home and country |  |
MY DELIGHT.
Through the grassy fields to run,
And to see the pleasant sun,
And soft twilight;
Through the meadow and the grove,
With my nimble feet to rove,—
Is my delight.
And to see the pleasant sun,
And soft twilight;
Through the meadow and the grove,
With my nimble feet to rove,—
Is my delight.
From the lofty hill to view,
The fair sky so bright and blue,
And clouds of white;
And some lovely song to sing,
While I hear the echo ring,—
Is my delight.
The fair sky so bright and blue,
And clouds of white;
And some lovely song to sing,
While I hear the echo ring,—
Is my delight.
When so happy and so gay,
Through the flowery meads I stray,
All fair and bright,
There to pluck a rose for you,
Bright and sparkling with the dew,
Is my delight.
Through the flowery meads I stray,
All fair and bright,
There to pluck a rose for you,
Bright and sparkling with the dew,
Is my delight.
In the bower of shady trees,
Shaken by the gentle breeze,
By morning light,
Little Robin there to hear,
Singing praises without fear,
Is my delight.
Shaken by the gentle breeze,
By morning light,
Little Robin there to hear,
Singing praises without fear,
Is my delight.
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