HAPPY soon we'll meet again, Free from sorrow, care, and pain; Soon again we'll rise with dawn, To roam the verdant dewy lawn. Soon the budding leaves we'll hail, Or wander through the well-known vale Or weave the smiling wreath of flowers, And sport away the light-winged hours. Soon we'll run the agile race, Soon, dear play-mates, we'll embrace; Through the wheat-field or the grove, We'll hand in hand delighted rove; Or, beneath some spreading oak, Ponder the instructive book; Or view the ships that swiftly glide, Floating on the peaceful tide: Or raise again the carolled lay; Or join again in mirthful play; Or listen to the humming bees, As their murmurs swell the breeze; Or seek the primrose where it springs; Or chase the fly with painted wings: Or talk amidst the arbour's shade; Or mark the tender shooting blade; Or stray beside the babbling stream, When Luna sheds her placid beam; Or gaze upon the glassy sea; Happy, happy, shall we be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE VICTOR GALBRAITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PRAIRIE-GRASS DIVIDING by WALT WHITMAN SOURCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |