When before them a perfect Elysium appear’d!
Reluctant they left it, again to explore,
Unconscious what happiness yet was in store:
But the country they travers’d was smiling and gay,
While the Sun, brightly shining, illumin’d their way;
And we all know how cheerful, how sweet is the scene,
When Nature unfolds her new livery of green.
The Birds carol’d round them, the Butterfly play’d,
And the soft vernal breeze kindly lent them its aid.