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Wed, 28 Oct 2009
This is a wonderful rhyme written sometime between 1812 and 1869, by Sarah Roberts Boyle.

Dodies Dream World

RHYMES INC.

When I first came across this poem it was in a little book titled
 "Boys' Third Standard."
It was listed as "ANON" this was in 1873 when the book was published.
It is wonderful when you have read and loved a poem and then 
find out who wrote it. But I am know wiser for I still haven't found out
anything about her as yet.

THE VOICE OF THE GRASS

Sarah Roberts Boyle [1812-1869]

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
 By the dusty roadside,
 On the sunny hillside,
 Close by the noisy brook,
In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
 All round the open door,
    Where here sit the aged poor;
Here where the children play,

In the bright and merry May,
 I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
In the noisy city street
          Cheering the sick at heart
 Toiling his busy part, -
 Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
You cannot see me coming,
 Nor hear my low sweet humming;

For in the starry night,
 And the glad morning light,
I come quietly creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
More welcome than the flowers

In summer's pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad,
 And the merry bird not sad,

 To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
When you're numbered with the dead
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come
 And deck your silent home, -
 Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
My humble song of praise
Most joyfully I raise
To Him at whose command
I beautify the land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
Sarah Roberts Boyle  [1812 - 1867]
Posted 23:36

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