Classic Poem

The wealth of a wonderful hall
With splendors of painting and gold,
The pride of a tapestried wall
Or portraiture faded and old,
The treasures of age and of art,
The luxuries riches can lend,
No comfort will bring to the heart
Like a camp in the woods with a friend.

The swallows are singing by day,
The roses are rioting near;
A bob-o-link over the way
Is adding his carol of cheer.
The road may be stony and hot,
But there is a trail at the end
That leads to life's pleasantest spot—
Just a camp in the woods with a friend.

And then come the eve and the stars,
And then come the dark and the moon;
You've lighted your glowing cigars,
You warble together a tune.
The insects are flashing in flight,
The branches so tenderly bend—
And you are at home for the night
In a camp in the woods with a friend.