Happy little girl and boy,
Dancing hand in hand
Over hill and valley land,
Filled with summer joy;
Climbing up the steep path side
To Wachusett's top,
With that graceful skip and hop
Born where fairies hide;
Seeing Holyoke from the height,
Old Monadnock clear,
While Washacum twin-lakes near
Sparkle in sun-light;
Tripping down the mountain-road
Back to cottage home,
Only pausing there to roam
Where laurel finds abode;
Jumping on the new-mown hay,
Sitting under trees,
Feeling every mountain breeze,
Hearing birds' sweet lay;
Lying on the mossy stone
By the brook's cascade,
Listening 'neath the sylvan shade
To its rippling tone;
Down at pretty Echo Lake,
Plucking maiden-hair,
Gathering glistening "sundew" there
For "dear mamma's sake";
Picking in the pastures near
Berries red and blue;
Spying where the mayflowers grew
Earlier in the year;
Watching for the sun to rise,
Following sunset-cloud,
Singing low and singing loud
While the swift day flies;
Waiting for the "Tally-Ho,"
With its looked-for mails,
Hearing strangers tell their tales
As they come and go;