THE GREEK GIRL’S SONG.
TO-DAY my lover lends his flocks;
He roams with them through fragrant meads,
And guides across the barren rocks;
With his own hands the lambs he feeds,
And soothes them when the winds are cold
Or terror comes among the fold.
They soon forget the night’s alarms
When folded in his shielding arms.
So good and true to them is he
I know he will be kind to me.
My lover walks in paths of peace,
He would avoid the conflict’s noise
And bid the warring legions cease,
He is content with simple joys;
He fain would always journey through
Tall grasses shining in the dew
And tend his sheep and dream his dreams
Beside the quiet mountain streams;
So faithful is his love of home
His heart I know can never roam.