 | Stops of various quills |  |
MIDWAY
So blithe the birds sang in the trees,
The trees sang in the wind,
I winged me with the morning breeze,
And left Care far behind.
The trees sang in the wind,
I winged me with the morning breeze,
And left Care far behind.
But now both birds and trees are mute
In the hot hush of noon;
And I must up and on afoot,
Or Care will catch me soon.
In the hot hush of noon;
And I must up and on afoot,
Or Care will catch me soon.
| Stops of various quills | |