And turned up sod is reddish blue,

Where last year's roses bloomed for you.

And to the woods then let us hie

To gather sorrel for a pie,

And pick some posies from the rye.

O Daughter come, a walk is free,

Lock up the house and bring the key;

For sing we must in joy and glee.

THE HAPPY CAMPERS

Burning brush

In morning hush

While bacon fragrance floats.

Daylight dreams

Along bright streams

With knapsack and light coats.

Wind blown hair,

They march and share

And sing the happy notes.

THE PROMISE

O Glendolyn, the life of my being,

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