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How happy is the little
That rambles in the Road alone,
And doesn't care about
And Exigencies never fears—

O,
Vrba, happy village, my old home -My father's cottage stands there to this day
The lure of learning beckoned me away
Its serpent wiles enticing me to roam,

We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three
At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he
He had a wife and numerous kids
We heard then rip and cuss,

I love you more with a new day,
You brought much happiness and flame,
You are my darling Valentine,
I send to you my tender smile.
The words of sweet are inside my home,

Blessed be Thou for all the
My soul has felt to-day
Oh, let its memory stay with me,
And never pass away

Happy in sleep, waking content to languish,
Embracing clouds by night; in daytime, mourn;
All things I loath save her and mine own anguish,
Pleas'd in my hurt inured to live forlorn

Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
And hat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throwsA glance upon the ample cabbage

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today

From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the joy we bring, For Christmas-tide is here
Now the eastern star Shines from afar To light the poorest home; Hearts warmer grow, Gifts freely f...

Ah, now this happy month is gone,
Not now, my heart, complain,
Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again
He takes his own, the weeks, the hours,

Close your eyes
As I softly kiss your lips
Whispering softly into your ear
Your truly beautiful

For Me To love.
Love is inside my heart
Beating for you,
And moon and stars above