There's a ripple of fountains That rise in the mountains, And a murmur of rills That spring in the hills, And the streams go on with a softer flow, And the sun goes down with a warmer glow, There's a smiling cot by a sparkling sea In the dear old land o' Used to Be! The skies there are bluer, And fond hearts are truer, And love is the theme That mountain and stream Sing to wood and sky as the days go by, In a raptured voice that is sweet and high; Oh, the days are bright and the nights care-free In the dear old land o' Used to Be! There's a smile in the shadows, As over the meadows The wanderer springs While gayly he sings; There's a kiss from mother who bides at the gate, And a shy, glad glance from my wee winsome Kate -- Oh, there's light and there's love and there's life for me In the dear old land o' Used to Be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A CHILD ASLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IMPROMPTU ON MRS. RIDDEL'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AS TO YOU O MOON by EDWARD CARPENTER |