Where the wild birds troll their songs,
Where the lilies laugh and the willows wave,
And the pleasures dance in throngs!
The dark-eyed nymphs and the fairy elves
In their robes of laughing smiles,
In the forests romp 'neath the leafy trees,
Through the narrow long-drawn aisles.
The bannered corn and the golden wheat
In the ties of bliss are bound;
The sweetest joys and highest hopes