Sorrows On The Plain Poem by Victor Geld
Sorrows On The Plain
O' how I love thee,
A place true and dear
Where the sun stands still
Above the grassy plain;
A place the wind calls home
A place lost in nature's loins
Where the air is perfumed_
The sweetest paradise
O' how I love thee,
A place true and near,
It dwells at the tip of my lips
And I can say it clear
It lives in me, I am part of it
I know it, I dream of it
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