The Seen and the Unseen 



Where it's found by the sunbeams and sought 



by the breeze 

 That is born on the prairie somewhere in the 



west; 



And in the seclusion of that cosy nest, 

 With its pictures of peace and its bidding to 



rest, 

 You may always forget the great Highway's 



demand, 

 For it's stowed away snugly in By-Way Land. 



