Oh, it is a perfect wonderland!—this country that he knows.
But we will not interrupt them; for they do so happy seem—
So we turn aside and leave them wandering on as in a dream.
Then I led you up the hillside and we sat upon the “mound.”
Oh! there never was before or since so pretty a view spread ’round.
Just below, the tranquil water of the clear pond seemed to win
Every cloud that floated over, and the heavens lay within.
Then the meadow, where the clover bloomed, and where you stacked the hay,
Like a field within a picture book, before us there it lay;
Then beyond, the barn and orchard, and the valley that I love—