| O, I love to hear the frogs
When they first begin to sing; How they vocalize the bogs, And vociferate the Spring. How they carrol as they croak, How they mingle jest and joke With their solemn chant and dirge On the river's slimy verge. O, I love to hear the frogs, For their monotone uncouth Is the music of the cogs Of the mill wheel of my youth. And I listen half asleep, And the eyes of mem'ry peep Through the bars that hold me fast, From the pleasures of the past. O, I love to hear the frogs, For their melody is health To the heart that worry flogs With the lash of want or wealth. And the cares of life take wing, And its pleasures lose their sting, And love's channel way unclogs In the croaking of the frogs. __Harry Edward Mills. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
Pages 36-37
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