THE GRASS 



There are sunbeams in the grass, 

 Greeting shadows as they pass, 

 Shade and shine alternate quiver, 

 Like the moonlight on the river 

 O, the glimmer of the grass. 



There are gardens in the grass, 

 Things abloom in tangled mass, 

 Smiling summer breathes around, 

 Tang and odor of the ground- 

 Through the fragrance of the grass. 



Little schools are in the grasses, 

 Here the teachers call their classes, 

 Teach them how to run and fly, 

 How to sing instead of cry- 

 Little schoolmates in the grass. 



Little homes are in the grasses, 

 Dewdrops are the looking-glasses, 

 Tiny leaves are baby pillows, 

 Softer than the pussy willows- 

 Little pillows in the grass. 



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