The Happy Child

Saw this day sweet flowers grow thick- But not one like the child did pick.

I heard the packhounds in green park — But no dog like the child heard bark.

I heard this day bird after bird — But not one like the child has heard.

A hundred butterflies saw I — But not one like the child saw fly.

I saw the horses roll in grass — But no horse like the child saw pass.

My world this day has lovely been — But not like what the child has seen.