Fancy will wander oft to lands unknown,
But finds the thoughts to dwell on in its own.
Italian peasant I, and would rehearse
Our peasants’ virtues in Italian verse.
Let me recall a neighbour good and kind,
Loving the ancient methods, disinclined
To quit his fathers’ ways; nor bard nor sage;
Who just has served the soil from youth to age.
No Mysteries for him; enough to adore
The rustic Gods his sires revered of yore.