  'Tis the dearest, coolest place I can find; There the locust and the wild grape entwined Float their dewy fragrance ever O'er the dancing St. Joe river On the wings of the soft drowsy wind. In the coziest of homes, neat and new, Dwell its people so kind-hearted and true. Not a wall or tower high Mars the tender, sunlight sky, Or shuts out the glad rainbow from view. When a dwelling for his mate is in quest, Does the robin find its shelter the best. There his sweetest notes he brings, And a flood of music flings O'er your head as you pass 'neath his nest. There are morning-glories dripping with dew, And the dogwood blossoms hang over you. In a drowse of rapture sweet Does this vale look up to meet, And to bask in the smile of the blue? Would your soul free from troubles be made? All its worries and its burdens unlade? From the tumult and the heat Of the noisy city street, Take yourself to the bliss of its shade. There you'll drink till you stagger as you plod, Of the sweets from the blossom-spangled sod, While your weary frame is drenched, And your thirsty soul is quenched, In a shower of the great love of God. |
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