A little cottage in a lonely lane,

A silvern brook beside the door that sings;
The quiet comfort of sweet country things,
A peaceful life, with-neither care nor pain.

 

£ The kindly sun that warms us with delight,
er tea ~The merriment of birds and antics gay,
2 Of creatures that so fearlessly: do play,
In fields remote, from morning until night.

To walk abroad and hear the plover cry,
To watch the dancing footsteps of the spring,
aoe» Feel on your brow, the warm rain_pattering,

Or hear the autumn winds that softly sigh.

What happiness is this; if still to these a ess Sse

A steady round of duty done there be, :

And daily deeds of love

~ and charity

To .crown them with
the olive crown. of
peace. -

E. M. Cuerrre.