And herds and herdsmen homeward stray—
When all is beauty, all is peace,
When sorrows, cares, and sadness flee,
Then my lone heart finds sweet release,
In happy thoughts, dear one, of thee.
I think of thee, when dawning day
Calls forth all nature’s freshened throng,
When sporting lambkins skip and play,
And birds pour forth their joyous song—
When every eye with hope is bright,