William C. Bryant.
XXI.
Medley.
A WISH.
Mine be a cot beside the hill,
A bee-hive’s hum shall soothe my ear,
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall shall linger near.
The swallow oft, beneath my thatch,
Shall twitter from her clay-built nest;
Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch,