I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the sky-lark sings with me. O! what sweet company! But to go to school in a summer morn, O! it drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little one spend the day, In sighing and dismay... R.Mathangi X A G.K.SHetty Hindu Vidyala Chennai 88
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