A REST BY THE BROOKSIDE. 



Dreaming dreams of other days, 

 Thinking thoughts of long ago, 



Listening to the robin's lays 

 And the cawing of the crow. 



Ivy flowers beside me peep 



Upward through the ether blue, 



Seeing stars which ever keep 

 Hidden-close from human view. 



Bumble-bees around me drone, 



Butterflies beside me flit; 

 From the woods in cheery tone 



Comes the call of crested tit. 



Swallows swiftly cleave the air 

 Chasing insects on the wing ; 



Scolding chats with saucy dare 

 Make the copse and welkin ring. 



Gurgling waters at my feet 

 Quickly 0,'er their pebbly bed 



Leap and plunge; and onward meet 

 Other streams by spring-lets fed. 



Odors sweet on every breeze 



Come to me from wild-wood flowers, 

 "While the blossoms from the trees 



Fall around in fragrant showers. 



Happy moments thus I gaze * 

 Heavenward ; and younger grow, 



Dreaming dreams of other days, 

 Thinking thoughts of long ago. 



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