Thoughts
Had I the wings of a bird,I'd make it a constant dutyTo fly far above the earthAnd gaze on it's wondrous beauty.
Had I the mind of a poet,I'd always try to writePoems of thrilling beautyTo fill some mind with delight.
I'd love to stroll in distant lands,Among the rocks and rills,And see the works of Nature's handsAnd gaze on the distant hills.
I'd love to listen to the birdsThat sing their songs of praiseAnd make some poor souls happyIn their saddest days.
It would be to my delightTo stand at the river sideAnd gaze on the placid waterAs it slowly and playfully glides.
I'd love to write of the beautiful,I'd love to write of the brave,And read the minds of others,And note their winning ways.
I would not judge the beautifulBy the beauty of their faces,By suppositions or the like,Or their pretended graces.