That moss-covered bucket I hailed as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field,... I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view!... The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And now, far removed from the loved habitation, The tear of regret will intrusively swell,... As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »