Oh! How I love, on a fair
summer’s eve, when streams
of light pour down the golden
west, and the balmy zephyrs
tranquil rest the silver clouds,
far-far away to leave all
manner thoughts, and take
a sweet reprieve.
From little cares; to find,
with easy quest a fragrant
wild, with Nature’s beauty
dressed, and there into
delight my soul device.
a glorious morning
have I seen flatter the
mountain-tops with
sovereign eye, kissing with
golden face the meadows
green, gilding pale streams
with heavenly alchemy…