I Am Glad

I am glad as a child I knew a hill,

And that I had the joyous thrill

Of sliding down its sunny slope.

I am so glad I knew a tree

That gave its cooling shade for me,

Where I could ponder and could hope.

I am glad I knew a scrap of sky

And could hear the wind go whirling

                            by,

As I sat on the grass all alone.

I am glad I knew a little brook,

Singing its tunes as I read my book,

And had gay wishing-stars all my own.

                                                                 V.C.