Poems (Baldwyn)/The Stream
THE STREAM.
Oh, gentle stream that wanders free Where peace so sweetly reigns, Had I a lowly home by thee, In these still flow'ry plains!
How would I love this humble spot, This utter solitude! By all but Heaven though forgot, No care might here intrude.
In sweet seclusion's happy shade I fain would wish to dwell;Oh, would I now forever bade The busy world farewell.