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Bella Vista Lyrics and other poems
The Sunny Children of Bella Vista

The sunny lad and sunny lass
   Troup daily by our door
Picking flowers and blades of grass,
Singing as they nimbly pass
   With joy all running o'er,

Laughing like the chime of a bells
   As they skim along the way.
How its silver music wells
In loving hearts that ever tells
   Of their morning rich and gay

Wit a radiance of the skies
   Dropped like diamonds from the earth,
Painted rare with angel dyes
In their laughing sunny eyes,
   Priceless in their very worth.

Hear them clatter down the hills
   Like a troup of faries shod,
Hastening to the rocky rils
With a merry laugh that thrill
   Each one with an angle rod.

Or perchance they ride along
   Trouping onward through the woods,
Laughing like a silver gong
Chiming with some silver song
   Muffled by the leafy hoods.

Yes, we see the tiny tot
   And the aged pass us by
Just a sweet for-get-me-not
Ready for the florist's pot
   To be transplanted in the sky.

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