Wi' Him I Call My Own

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Title:     Wi' Him I Call My Own
Author: Bill o'th' Hoylus End [More Titles by Bill o'th' Hoylus End]

The branches o' the woodbine hide
My little cottage wall,
An' though 'tis but a humble thatch,
I envy not the hall.

The wooded hills before my eyes
Are spread both far and wide;
An' Nature's grandeur seems to dress,
In all her lovely pride.

It is, indeed, a lovely spot,
O' singing birds an' flowers;
'Mid Nature's grandeur it is true,
I pass away my hours.

Yet think not 'tis this lovely glen,
So dear in all its charms;
Its blossomed banks and rippled reels,
Freed from the world's alarms.

For should love's magic change the scene,
To trackless lands unknown,
'Twere Eden in the desert wild,
Wi' him I call my own.

[The end]
Bill o'th' Hoylus End's poem: Wi' Him I Call My Own

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