Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye,though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life, in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover.
Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes in the soul; in ye,though long parched by the dead drought of the earthy life, in ye, men yet may roll, like young horses in new morning clover.