The Cottage Door
Reading edition
Those little curly-pated elves,
Blest in each other and themselves,
Right pleasant ’tis to see
Glancing like sunbeams in and out
The lowly porch, and round about
The ancient household tree.
And pleasant ’tis to greet the smile
Of her who rules this domicile
With firm but gentle sway;
To hear her busy step and tone,
Which tell of household cares begun
That end but with the day.
’Tis pleasant, too, to stroll around
The tiny plot of garden ground,
Where all in gleaming row
Sweet primroses, the spring’s delight,
And double daisies, red and white,
And yellow wall-flowers grow.
What if such homely view as this
Awaken not the high-wrought bliss
Which loftier scenes impart?
To better feelings sure it leads,
If but to kindly thoughts and deeds
It prompt the feeling heart.