A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

H.&tu& I come creeping, creeping ner,whln i
By the duaty road~de 7
On the sunny hill-side,
Close ~Y the noisy brook.
In every shady nook,
I oome CNeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, l!tlliUng enrrwbere;
All round t he open door
Where Bit the aged poor,
Here, where the children_ play
In the bright and marry Hay,
I come creeping, creeping etel'Ywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere 1
In the noisy elt{y street
My pleasant f'llce you'll meet,
Cheering the Bick at heart,
Toiling his busy pt.rt,
Silently creeping, creeping evel'Ywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping &Verywhere;
You cannot see me coming,
Nor be&.r my low sweet bllmmiu1;
For in the a~ry night,
And the glad morning light,
I oome quietly creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere 1

More welcome tb&ll the ftowen

In summer's pleasant houn :

Tbe gentle cow is glad,

And the merry bird not aad,

To see me creeping, cr~eping everywb~re.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywh eJ.'e;

My bumble song of praise

Moat _gratefu1ly l ra11e

To H1m, at wboee command

I beautify the land,

Creeping, ailently oreeping nerywhere.

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S.t.uB Boaxa'l'8.