Ebook Ballads and Lyrics

Apologia.

Here in my book there will be found
No gleanings front a foreign ground:
The quiet thoughts of one whose feet
Have scarcely left her green retreat;
A little dew, a little scent,
A little measure of content,
A robin's song perchance to stir
Some heart-untravelled traveller.

A low horizon hems me in,
Low hills with fields of gold between,
Woods that are waving, veiled with grey
A little river far away,
Birds on the boughs, and on the sward
Daisies that dancing praise the Lord.