A DREAMY APRIL EVENING IN THE WOODS.
Oh sweet the sounds I hear, the sights I see,—
The vocal air, the blooming clod;
But sweeter far the thoughts that rise in me,
So farther earth, so nearer God.
Oh sweet the sounds I hear, the sights I see,—
The vocal air, the blooming clod;
But sweeter far the thoughts that rise in me,
So farther earth, so nearer God.