And I hear the vesper warbling
Of the wood-birds ’mid the trees —
And I breathe the odorous incense
Of the flow’rets of the leas —
And I hear the reapers singing
’Mid the nodding yellow grain,
Till the universal gladness
Wakes a rapture in my brain.
And a host of blesséd memories,
Long unthought-of, burst their trance —