And to bask in the smile of the blue?
Would your soul free from troubles be made?
All its worries and its burdens unlade?
From the tumult and the heat
Of the noisy city street,
Take yourself to the bliss of its shade.
There you'll drink till you stagger as you plod,
Of the sweets from the blossom-spangled sod,
While your weary frame is drenched,
And your thirsty soul is quenched,