In this little school
Life goes so sweetly,
Day on azure day
Is lost completely.
No one thinks too much,
Or worries greatly.
In a pleasant shade
We dream sedately.
There's no struggle here
Or conflict showing;
Only the sweet pain
Of young limbs growing.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- O You, Dear Trees, You Have Learned So Much Of Beauty
- Do You Remember Still The Little Song
- He Has A Fairy Wife
- I Dreamt Last Night
- He Looks In My Heart And The Image There