Sounding changes high and low, grave and gay,
On the vast organ Nature loves to play.
Learn from a farm to work, and never tire;
An acre is various as a shire;
Labour and rest there alternating meet,
Each indistinguishably good and sweet;
Ah! the murmurous quiet in the wide
Homesteads, where, in the intervals, beside
Bubbling brooks, in cool valleys, ’neath green boughs
You slumber, lullabied by lowing cows.