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Posted by: Caryl (Casandra4@aol.com) on 5/12/1997@11:38hrs:
How pleasant were the green woods and the fields where we did stray,
Where grey the throny cactus and the sunflower spread its ray;
Where sat beneath the tree and watch the quite blue Kill
And the haze softly settling o'er the distant Jersey hill;
We saw the diamonds sparkle on the little rippling waves,
Purely did they sparkle and brightly shone their rays.
I see then now they glitter though the warm sunshine is gone,
And I hear the gentle murmer-"tis the waves" rippling song.
On the wall the ivy climbed, so dark and so green,
And with the bending goldenrod twined the purple bean.
We saw a chipmunk running o'er the dead and rustling leaves,
And we heard a constant buzzing--'twas the buzzing of the bees.
Sang a bunting low and sadly in the old orchard tree,
He sang so faint and sadly and his song was sweet to me.
I hear him now asinging, though warm sunshine is gone,
And I hear that gentle murmur--"tis the waves' rippling song.