[CANOEBIAL BLISS.]
My Pegasus won't bear a bridle,
A bit, or a saddle, or shoe:
I'm doing my best to be idle,
And sing from my bass-wood canoe!
O,
The days are so long, and my heart is so light,
When drifting about in my bass-wood canoe!
Where am I? No matter! It's nothing to you—