Fields of May.
Reading edition
Here's a road that's never long, Where it leads away Through the blossom and the song To the fields of May! There the rain-bow bends above Bags of gold, they say; And there's laughter, light and love In the fields of May! Here's the road that's never long! Come and let's away, Through the blossom and the song To the fields of May!
With all the strife and struggle after riches, the greatest joys of life are forever more the gifts of nature, within the reach of rich and poor alike, and beyond the measurings of gold. The clear sky and the green grass, the sunshine of the noon, and the dew of the morning, the blossom and the bird-song, good health and sound sleep, and the love of a man for a woman and of a woman for a man,—these have no prices in the catalogues of wealth and poverty alike.