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    Driftwood
  --  Sung by the strand to the music of the wave.   Table of Contents     EVENING

Bush, Olivia Ward
Driftwood

- Driftwood -- Sung by the strand to the music of the wave.
- MORNING


MORNING


Bright glows the morn, I pace the shining sands,
And watch the children, as with eager hands
They gather driftwood for the evening fire.
Their merry laughter, ringing loud and clear,
Resounds like sweetest music to my ear,
As swift they toil, each with the same desire.

And now their task completed, they depart,
Each one with beaming face and happy heart,
They too, will watch the driftwood fire to-night,
And knowing this, they hasten glad and gay,
With willing feet, along the homeward way,
Their precious burdens bearing with delight.
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I watch these little children of the poor,
Till they have reached each lowly dwelling's door,
And then, I too my footsteps homeward turn;
I fancy what a joyous sight 'twill be,
To see the children sitting in their glee,
Close by the fire and laugh to see it burn.

    Driftwood
  --  Sung by the strand to the music of the wave.   Table of Contents     EVENING