Glorious shining without, brilliant gold, and half white.
Time dragged on me too lazy, the distance too long,
I must dash out my brains to catch that bird's sweet song.
Time dragged on me too lazy, the distance too long,
I must dash out my brains to catch that bird's sweet song.
It is well.—Do you know what 'twas greeted my sight,
Closing roughly from primrose the wonderful light?
A' great, rough, ugly boulder, weathered, old and much scarred,
All cut over with letters, its rough surface so marred;
As I gazed with disgust at the great bulgy thing
Came the thought of my red-bird; his rapture did bring
Me a thought, sitting there with my eyes on the ground,
While his carol went through me:—Look up and not down.
Closing roughly from primrose the wonderful light?
A' great, rough, ugly boulder, weathered, old and much scarred,
All cut over with letters, its rough surface so marred;
As I gazed with disgust at the great bulgy thing
Came the thought of my red-bird; his rapture did bring
Me a thought, sitting there with my eyes on the ground,
While his carol went through me:—Look up and not down.
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