I like all nature’s beauty,
I like to rove the wild wood,
My heart likes to hold in its depth,
I like only thoughts that are good.
True like the sun does shine,
Aloud like the bells do ring,
Joy like my heart loves,
It likes a little song to sing.
Nice, like a sweet summer’s eve,
Tender, like the breezes do blow,
My heart likes to love some one,
It likes a place to go.
Who likes a day of sorrow?
Who likes untold, displeasure?
My heart likes all happiness,
And it likes a real full measure.
I like but a little company,
I like but a little sight,
My heart likes to be at ease,
It likes to feel, what I write.
TO ALL
In your heart
Let silence find a place,
Then be guided by your conscience
And you’re always safe.
UNACQUAINTED
I’d love to know
Your real full name.
’Twould be pleasure to write
Your beauty and fame.
I’d write on the value
Of you in which I hold,
Why it could ne’er be bought
With Rockefeller’s gold.