Because her soft and rich-toned voice
Is going all the time.
A CITY DWELLER’S WISH
I love the leaf of the old oak-tree,
I love the gum of the spruce,
I love the bark of the hickory,
And I love the maple’s juice.
On the walnut’s grain I fondly dote,
On the cherry’s fruit I’d dine,
And I love to lie in a narrow boat,