I
KE the hunting of the hare Better than that of the fox; I like the joyous morning air, And the crowing of the cocks
I like the calm of the early fields, The ducks asleep by the lake, The quiet hour which Nature yields Before mankind is...
The merry brown hares came
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay
Under the moonlight still
The child and the old man sat alone In the quiet, peaceful shade Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown In the deep, thick forest glade
It was a soft and pleasant sound, That rustling of the oak; And the gentle breeze played lightly r...