Classic Poem

I LOVE to see at early morn,
The Squirrel sit before my door;
There crack his nuts and hide his shells,
And skip away to seek for more.

I love in hedge-row paths to see
The Linnet glance from spray to spray;
Or mark at evening's balmy close,
The Redbreast hop across my way.

For sure when Nature's free-born train
Approach with song and gambol near,
Some secret impulse bids them feel
The footsteps of a friend are there.

I LOVE to see at early morn,
The Squirrel sit before my door;
There crack his nuts and hide his shells,
And skip away to seek for more.

I love in hedge-row paths to see
The Linnet glance from spray to spray;
Or mark at evening's balmy close,
The Redbreast hop across my way.

For sure when Nature's free-born train
Approach with song and gambol near,
Some secret impulse bids them feel
The footsteps of a friend are there.