Classic Poem

1

There's pleasure in all the sun shines on,
 The earth, and the ocean that foams;
The cottage it looks so divine on,
 And the homestead, that dearest of homes.

2

Those sheds that stand under the mountain,
 Those one-story huts by the wood;
With two windows that look to the fountain,
 Where each shed seems a boat in the flood.

3

The flower borders under the window,
 Looking just as if floating away;
And the old chimney, black as a cinder,
 Where the swallow makes dwellings of clay.

4

There's pleasure in all the sun shines on,
 The earth and the ocean that foams;
The cottage, it looks so divine on,
 And the homestead, that dearest of homes.