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Dodies Dream World

RHYMES INC.

When I first came across this poem it was in a little book titled
 "Boys' Third Standard."
It was listed as "ANON" this was in 1873 when the book was published.
It is wonderful when you have read and loved a poem and then 

find out who wrote it. But I am know wiser for I still haven't found out

anything about her as yet.

THE VOICE OF THE GRASS

Sarah Roberts Boyle [1812-1869]

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
 By the
dusty roadside,
 On the sunny hillside,
 Close by the noisy brook,
In
every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
 All round the open
door,
    Where here sit the aged poor;
Here where the children play,
In
the bright and merry May,
 I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
In the noisy city street
          Cheering the sick at heart
 Toiling his busy
part, -
 Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
You cannot see me
coming,
 Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,
 And the
glad morning light,
I come quietly creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
More welcome than the
flowers
In summer's pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad,
 And the
merry bird not sad,
 To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

 Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
When you're numbered with the
dead
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come
 And
deck your silent home, -
 Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
My humble song of
praise
Most joyfully I raise
To Him at whose command
I beautify the
land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Sarah Roberts Boyle  [1812 - 1867]