But joy had not been better served if each
Had worn a diadem.
Ah, bosoms here are strangely blest
With perfect bliss that glows,
And he above all others lives the best,
Who has the fewest woes!
"AWAY, AWAY, FROM THE SULTRY WAYS."
Away, away, from the sultry ways
Where the pleasures fall and fade,
To the bannered corn and the meadowed bloom