The Pleasant World.

I love to see the sun go down Behind the western hill; I love to see the night come on, When everything is still. I love to see the moon and stars Shine brightly in the sky; I love to see the rolling clouds Above my head so high. I love to see the little flowers That grow up from the ground; To hear the wind blow through the trees, And make a rustling sound. I love to see the sheep and lambs So happy in their play; I love to hear the small birds sing Sweetly, at close of day. I love to see them all, because They are so bright and fair; And He who made this pleasant world Will listen to my prayer.