OUR HOME.
Reading edition
OUR home shall be A cot on the mountain side, Where the bright waters glide, Sparkling and free; Terrace and window o'er Woodbine shall graceful soar; Roses shall round the door Blossom for thee. There shall be joy With no care to molest,— Quiet, serene and blest; And our employ Work each other's pleasure; Boundless be the treasure; Without weight or measure, Free from alloy. Our home shall be Where the first ray of light Over the mountain height, Stream, rock and tree, Joy to our cot shall bring, While brake and bower shall ring With notes the birds shall sing, Loved one, for thee.