Watched the stream, as on it sped,
Rippling o’er the pebbly bottom,
Lying on its rocky bed;
Grasses waving green around them,
Nodding boughs bid them adieu,
And it wafted them caresses,
Like the sunbeams sparkling dew.
Precious fragrance filled the valley,
From the sweet shrub and the pine,
Luscious fruits and ripening melons