138 SUNSHINE. © " 
I love it where the children lie % 
Deep in the clovery grass, ba 
To watch among the twining roots 
The gold-green beetles pass. 
I love it on the breezy sea, 
To glance on sail and oar, 
While the great waves, like molten glass, — 
Come leaping to the shore. 
I love it on the mountain-tops, 
Where lies the thawless snow, 
And half a kingdom, bathed in light, 
Lies stretching out below. 
And when it shines in forest-glades, 
Hidden, and green, and cool. 
Through mossy boughs and veined leaves, 
How is it beautiful ! 
How beautiful on little streams, 
When sun and shade at play, 
Make silvery meshes, while the brook 
Goes singing on its way. 
