THE SUNSHINE
I LOVE the sunshine everywhere—
In wood, and field, and glen [1] ;
I love it in the busy haunts [2]
Of town-imprisoned men.
I love it, when it streameth in
The humble cottage door,
And casts the chequered [3] casement [4] shade
Upon the red-brick floor.
I love it, where the children lie
Deep in the clovery grass,
To watch among the twining roots
The gold-green beetle pass.
I love it, on the breezy sea,
To glance on sail and oar,
While the great waves, like molten glass,
Come leaping to the shore.
I love it, on the mountain tops,
Where lies the thawless snow;
And half a kingdom, bathed in light,
Lies stretching out below.
O! yes, I love the sunshine!
Like kindness, or like mirth,
Upon a human countenance,
Is sunshine on the earth.
Upon the earth—upon the sea—
And through the crystal air—
Or piled-up clouds—the gracious sun
Is gracious everywhere.
—MARY HOWITT
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[1 ] glen: Narrow valley.
[2 ] haunts: Places often visited, dwelling-places.
[3 ] chequered: Marked with little squares.
[4 ] casement: A window opening outwards.