And on the quiet unassuming stream,
And on the rock-ribbed hills, gently its beam
All lovely is bestowed.
The daizy-footed day,
O'er the far mead, in virgin radiance comes,
While the bee, jubilant, its welcome hums,
And passes on its way.
The lily, in its bloom,
Of the lone valley, where the breezes sing
Of love, beside the violet-crested spring,