from garden and woodland and hillside and dale;
our full hearts are swelling,
our glad voices telling
our glad voices telling
the praise of the loveliest flower of the vale!
warm the cockles of your heart <3
“I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.”