The Beautiful City! Forever / Its rapturous praises resound; / We fain would behold it — but never / A glimpse of its dory is found:

Over all the waking earth / The tears of night are brushed away / And eyes are lit with love and mirth / And benisons of richest worthGo up to bless the new-born day.

Spangled with the shine and shade / I see the rivers raveled out / In strands of silver, slowly fade / In threads of light along the glade.

The master-hand whose pencils trace / This wondrous landscape of the morn / Is but the sun, whose glowing face.

But, Blossoms On The Trees, / With your breath upon the breeze / There's nothing all the world around / As half as sweet as you!

His face with freckles,--and his ears, how quick And curious and intrusive!--And how pale The blue of his big eyes;--and how a tale Of Giants, Trolls or Fairies, bulged them still

The ripest peach is highest on the tree -- / And so her love, beyond the reach of me, / Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow / Her heart down to me where I worship now!

My good night, his cheeks' all wet An' taste salty.--An' he held Wite close to me an' rocked some

Sing! peacock on the orchard wall, Or tree-toad by the trickling spring! Sing! every bird on every bough--

We must get home — for we have been away / So long it seems forever and a day! / And O so very homesick we have grown, / The laughter of the world is like a moan / In our tired hearing, and its songs as vain, — / We must get home — we must get home again!