by:freedy

1.I love to rise in a summer morn,
- when the birds sings on every tree,
-The distance huntsman winds his horn,
-And the skylark sings with me,
-O what a sweet company!

2.But to go school in summer morn,
-O it drives all joy away!
-Under a cruel eye outworn,
-The little ones spend the day,
-In sighing and dismay.

3.Ah at times I drooping sit,
-And spend many an anxious...