Oh! show a place like the wildwood home,
Where the air is fragrant and free,
And the first pure breathings of morning come
In a gush of melody,
As she lifts the soft fringe from her dark blue eye,
With a radiant smile of love,
And the diamonds that over her bosom lie,
Are bright as the gems above.
Where noon lies down in the breezy shade
Of the glorious forest bowers,