And bliss is double when enjoyed with her.
His flocks supply his little household dear,
With decent garments, and salubrious fare.
Glad he beholds the smiling god of day,
Walk from the East upon his radiant way,
Gild all the fields—the lengthy plains—the peaks
Of giant mountains, with vermillion streaks—
While all his farm spreads out beneath his eyes,
His heart's sweet home—his little paradise.
How better far this humble, noiseless life—