Woodland Halló

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2 id="id00270" style="margin-top: 4em">THE WOODLAND HALLÓ.</h2> <p id="id00271"><i>(Perhaps) adapted for Music.</i></p> <p id="id00272">In our cottage, that peeps from the skirts of the wood,<br/> I am mistress, no mother have I;<br/> Yet blithe are my days, for my father is good,<br/> And kind is my lover hard by;<br/> They both work together beneath the green shade,<br/> Both woodmen, my father and Joe.<br/> Where I've listen'd whole hours to the echo that made<br/> So much of a laugh or—<i>Halló</i>.<br/></p> <p id="id00273">From my basket at noon they expect their supply,<br/> And with joy from my threshold I spring;<br/> For the woodlands I love, and the oaks waring high,<br/> And Echo that sings as I sing.<br/> Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food,<br/> As I call the dear name of my Joe;<br/> His musical shout is the pride of the wood,<br/> And my heart leaps to hear the—Halló.<br/></p> <p id="id00274">Simple flowers of the grove, little birds live at ease,<br/> I wish not to wander from you;<br/> I'll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees,<br/> For I know that my Joe will be true.<br/> The trill of the robin, the coo of the dove,<br/> Are charms that I'll never forego;<br/> But resting through life on the bosom of love,<br/> Will remember the Woodland Halló.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />