THE HEART OF A MAID

 

I'm glad!  I'm glad!  Jest as doggone glad,

         As glad as a man kin be!

An' the times of old that I one time had

         Ain't spellin' a thing to me!

An' the world's all right as the world kin be!

         An' she suits me mighty fine!

Fer I love the world an' the world loves me,

       An' the heart of a maid is mine!

 

An' that's why I'm glad! th' bird that swings

         On th' coffeeberry bush

Don't know what happiness means, but sings

         When he might as well go hush!

For my heart's a,-singin' a glad refrain

         That beats his singin' cold!

It's a maid! jest a maid that my heart has ta'en,

         An' the tresses o' her are gold!

 

An' the maiden's eyes are just as blue

         As th' archin.' rain-washed sky!

An' the heart of the maid—ah, her heart is true!—

         And the promise that lights her eye

Is a promise fair that she'll joy to keep

         Through all the years may bring!

Oh, the birds may hush and may go to sleep,

         But my heart's too full of sing!

 

An' that's why I'm glad, so doggone glad!

         For I've come into my own!

An' the dreams of the days 'at I one time had,

         And the longin's I knew are flown!

Oh, the heart of a maid is a wonderful gift!

         An' to think that it's all, all mine!

And the look that is mine when her shy eyes lift,

         God bless her! is all divine!

 

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