Than its now most perfect bloom!
NATURE’S CHEER
Oh, when I sigh and melancholy grow,
And all my hopes turn brown and sere,
It sends a thrill of gladness in my heart
To think that we have nature here.
Then in the fields I go a-roaming,
And in the high topped woods a-play:
Away with cares and melancholy now,
I know I’d like to live alway.