The Old Home

It s'opï beneath tho sunny hill Ai In a tranquil d:eam; Tu" giaut olma aro spreading still Abovu the meaduw streuui. Wild birds that jotn in music woel And quiet -hfjep aud cowa Find prjtefnl hdlter fiom the beat Büuaath tlioae leafy boughs. All day among tho scunted graai Tlio crickets leap and ing iml green and golden sliaduwa pasa Lake swallowa on tho niag. ilow calmly in the eheltered nook The Kumincr houra may go. ïet briglit and joyoun as the brook That uuigs witli Uoep'ning flow 1 O world, with all tlipy cities' prida, Tliy pliins and vallays green, Tliou' bast nol in thy bouud'ries wid üo ewcet, bo fair a sceuo!