A COUNTRY DRIVE. 13 



And the fresh breeze in our faces 

 Passes by us as it races 

 With the snow-white clouds above us— oh, how peacefully 

 they sail. 



Sailing on we beat the measure 

 While the footsteps of my treasure 

 Blend in concord with the morning, making music bright 

 and gay ; 

 And the great dark trees above us 

 Bend and move and seem to love us, 

 While the dark grey mare is stepping, stepping, stepping all 

 the way. 



Now a reverence comes o'er mc 

 As the scene stands out before me, 

 And the wide and spreading landscape tells of England far 

 and wide ; 

 And the mist is rising lightly 

 Through the light that shines so brightly 

 On the cottage homes that spread themselves about the 

 country-side. 



Then we cross the shining river 

 Where the lights and sunbeams quiver, 

 And the old stone bridge re-echoes 'neath the hoof-strokes 

 of the grey. 



