O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last,
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea,
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one;
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn,
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die,
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun,
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall,
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell,
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair,
From our happy home Through the world we roam
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight,
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines
Jo never becomes a writer if she won't travel to New York. Why people who say they love Little Women, apparently haven't read the novel at all. Link to podcast in the bio. Thanks for all the support.
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last,
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea,
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one;
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn,
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die,
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun,
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall,
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell,
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair,
From our happy home Through the world we roam
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight,
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines
Jo never becomes a writer if she won't travel to New York. Why people who say they love Little Women, apparently haven't read the novel at all. Link to podcast in the bio. Thanks for all the support.