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Freston
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IN THE COUNTRY
The grass is green and the sun is warm,
And each little bud has a tale to tell;
Spring is here with her wonderful charm,
But—I sigh for the sound of the telephone bell.

The buzz and burr that thrills to the heart,
With a promise of something indefinite,—gay,—
A luncheon at Sherry's, a drive in the park,
Or just a dear message is coming my way.

In town, if lonely, I wave this wand,
And fill with interest the longest day;
But flowers and trees are such silent friends,
And the telephone more than five miles away.

Blessed be his name for all time, who brought
To our grateful land this magic spell!
That can shatter the distance 'tween heart and heart!
Oh, I long for the sound of my telephone bell!