(原版)澳大利亚语文第三册 LESSON 27
LESSON 27 A SUMMER HOLIDAY
A SUMMER HOLIDAY
O merrily the ocean greets the sand upon the shore,
And merrily the children's laughter mingles [1] with its roar;
O merrily the summer hours too swiftly pass away;
And what a happy lot were mine could Summer only stay.
O cheerily their voices ring along the silver strand [2] ,
Where many a tireless toiler [3] rears his castle on the sand;
And where the shallow waters play, some sail a baby fleet;
And every day's a holiday, and every moment sweet.
Too soon, too soon, the hours of play and summer swiftly fly;
And O, there's pain and weariness [4] , and storms brood [5] o'er the sky;
Yet echoes of that laughter we may waken all the year,
If we with merry words contrive to comfort and to cheer.
Were every day a holiday! Why! that must never be,
If we with merry words contrive to comfort and to cheer.
There's many a task and sure reward awaiting you and me;
And only those deserve to play beside the summer seas,
Who bravely toil and earn awhile their days of summer ease.
Good books are the most precious of blessings to a people; bad books are among the worst of curses.
—Whipple
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[1] mingles: Mixes.
[2] silver strand: A beach of white sand.
[3] toiler: Worker.
[4] weariness: Tiredness.
[5] brood: Cover as with wings.
