Thursday, 24 May 2012

Happiness.

The sun is careering in glory and might,
'Mid the deep blue sky and the cloudlets white;
The bright wave is tossing its foam on high, 
And the summer breezes go lightly by;
The air and the water dance, glitter, and play,
And why should not I be as merry as they?


The linnet is singing the wild wood through;
The fawn's bounding footsteps skim over the dew;
The butterfly flits round the flowering tree;
And the cowslip and blue-bell are bent by the bee,
All the creatures that dwell in the forest are gay,
And why should not I be as merry as they?

Miss Mitford. 

Blessings,

Jenny

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