I WOULD sit at your feet for long days,To hear the sweet Muse of the Wild Speak out through the sad and the passionate lays Of her first and her favourite Child.
I would sit at your feet,for my soul Delights in the solitudes free;And I stand where the creeks and the cataracts roll Whensoever I listen to thee!
I would sit at your feet,for I love By the gulches and torrents to roam;And I long in this city for woodland and grove,And the peace of a wild forest home.
I would sit at your feet,and we'd dwell On the scenes of a long-vanished time,While your thoughts into music would surge and would swell Like a breeze of our beautiful clime.
I would sit at your feet,for I know,Though the World in the Present be blind,That the amaranth blossoms of Promise will blow When the Ages have left you behind.
I would sit at your feet,for I feel I am one of a glorious band That ever will own you and hold you their Chief,And a Monarch of Song in the land!
