Poems by William W. Story | ||
[I. To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough]
To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough,
The bird to sing his song upon the blossomy bough.
The bird to sing his song upon the blossomy bough.
I do not ask the grain and hay your acres yield,
If I may pluck the flower you trample in your field.
If I may pluck the flower you trample in your field.
How perfect nature is! the sun, and cloud, and rain
Give me a little song, and ripen all your grain.
Give me a little song, and ripen all your grain.
Poems by William W. Story | ||