3. ’Tis very sweet to look into the f air
And open f ace of heaven, —to breathe
a prayer
Full in the smile of the blue
f irmament.
4. Who is mor e happy, when, wit h hear t ’s cont ent ,
Fat igued he sinks int o some pleasant lair
Of wavy gr ass, and r eads a debonair
And gent le t ale of love and languishment ?
5. Ret ur ning home
at evening wit h
an ear
Cat ching t he
not es of
Philomel . . .