Swift to the woods retiring;
The richly-gifted nightingale
Pours forth her notes o’er hill and vale,
Delight her song inspiring.
The hen walks forth her brood among,
The swallow feeds her clam’rous young,
The stork protects her dwelling:
The stag and roe, with footstep light,
Come bounding from the neighb’ring height,
Joy in each movement telling.