  It is sweet to lie in a boat, And drift with the languid stream, With body and soul afloat The lake of a perfect dream. It is sweet in the afternoon, With just the breath of a breeze, If the time be the month of June And the birds sing low in the trees. And the mind has a pleasant thought, And the heart has a fond desire, And the soul is a tissue wrought Of youth, and it's golden fire. And the limbs are both clean and strong, And able to rest with joy, And our time in the world is long, With nothing that can destroy The rapture of God's green earth, The throb and the ecstasy That springs into life with birth, And lives through eternity. |
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