The Happy Child by William Henry Davies
I 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.
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