My Likes

I like all nature’s beauty,
I like to rove the wild wood,
My heart likes to hold in its depth,
I like only thoughts that are good.

True like the sun does shine,
Aloud like the bells do ring,
Joy like my heart loves,
It likes a little song to sing.

Nice, like a sweet summer’s eve,
Tender, like the breezes do blow,
My heart likes to love some one,
It likes a place to go.

Who likes a day of sorrow?
Who likes untold, displeasure?
My heart likes all happiness,
And it likes a real full measure.

I like but a little company,
I like but a little sight,
My heart likes to be at ease,
It likes to feel, what I write.