Oh but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet, — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet! For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
The Wheat-sheaf; Or, Gleanings for the Wayside and Fireside ... - Halaman 158
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