by Hubert Church (1857 - 1932)

Of old we knew a glade
Language: English 
Of old we knew a glade 
Whose morn and evening shade 
Were dearer than the shine 
Of all the hills divine. 
One flower is alway best ; 
And, hidden near the nest, 
One bird of all the brood 
Will sanctify the wood.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-30
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Word count: 42