Will be crowded o'er with sheep,
And the wild goat and the deer
Will be tame and void of fear;
Vulture, fox, and beast of prey,
From these bounds shall flee away.
Fast awhile in slumber lie;
Sleep, my child, and hushaby.
You are savory, sweetly blowing,
You are thyme, of incense smelling,
Upon Mount Basella growing,