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blue-eyed grace.
When green the turf, or white the rime,
There 's something to be glad about.
It makes my heart bound just to pass
The sunbeams dancing on the grass.
There 's something to be glad about.
It makes my heart bound just to pass
The sunbeams dancing on the grass.
"And when the bare rocks shut me in
Where not a blade of grass will grow,
My happy fancies soon begin
To warble music rich and low,
And paint what eyes could never see:
My thoughts are company for me.
Where not a blade of grass will grow,
My happy fancies soon begin
To warble music rich and low,
And paint what eyes could never see:
My thoughts are company for me.
"What does it mean to be alone?
And how is any one afraid
Who feels the dear God on his throne,
Sending his sunshine through the shade,
Warming the damp sod into bloom,
And smiling off the thicket's gloom?
And how is any one afraid
Who feels the dear God on his throne,
Sending his sunshine through the shade,
Warming the damp sod into bloom,
And smiling off the thicket's gloom?
"At morning, down the woodpath cool,
The fluttering leaves make cheerful talk.
After the stifled day at school,
I hear, along my homeward walk,
The fluttering leaves make cheerful talk.
After the stifled day at school,
I hear, along my homeward walk,
