Obedient to the light, soft breeze;
And on the sense delightful falls
The song of birds—the hum of bees.
Whilst ’mid this peaceful landscape laid,
So free from strife, and thoughts of pain;
It seems as if the pastoral days
Of ancient times had come again.
Those days of happiness and calm,
Ere war was known, or gold was found,
When shepherds sung their dulcet lays,