My Wish

Mine be an hutlhle cot of brown, Just on the oucsldrtfi of the town, Whori', by thel ,.-.," worid for-ot. Content shall bleaa iny peaceíul lot. A faroiï frajtranoe, treiü and tr.mt, tíh;iU tdll my garden, oíd and qunint. Rare hothouse plants you'll find not there, Jurft simple blossoms sweet and fair. The littlebirds on swaying boughs tíhall Hiere repeot their tender vows, Aud if the weo things be so willed They're welcome there their home9 to build. Thus would I pass my span of life, Far from the biistle and the strife, Content to toil from morn to night. Aye, love rnakes labor so light, so light.