Revives the heart, like as at evening time
We love to listen to the tinkling chime
Of sheep-bells far away.
And, lo! the rustic cot,
On the smooth margin of the quiet lake,
Where wedded Love and pleased Content partake
Their enviable lot:
Where, daylong, may be seen
Two sister swans, disporting in their joy;
The happy parents, with their baby-boy,