Sophia THRALE

Verses written by Sophia aged 7. The bold formatted lines were added by her mother.

Oh lovely Streatham thou sweet place
When I am there the Lawn I trace
or from a window do survey
The pretty Lampkins sport and play
Then theres the Summer house thats near
And & canal thats very clear
When I am in a pensive Mood,
I saunter to the lovely Wood,
To hear the Birds that strain their Throats
And how they vary all their notes.
Soft harmonious songs of Love
Are heard in this delightful Grove
While I am roving with delight
Under the trees that stand upright.
Now my Friends I've no more time
To end this Simple Rustic rhyme.
But this I say my Home I love
Next to the blest Abodes above.