And when the daylight wanes away,
And all is calm around,
There is sweet music to his ear
In the distant sheep-bell's sound.
And sweet the village curfew-bell,
As shades of night appear,
That marks his weary journey's bourn,
And tells that home is near.
But, oh! of all delightful sounds,
Of evening or of morn,
Far sweetest is the voice of love
That welcomes his return.
11. The Butterfly's Ball.
Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste
To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast:
The trumpeter Gad-fly has summoned the crew,
And the revels are now only waiting for you.
On the smooth-shaven grass by the side of a wood
Beneath a broad oak which for ages has stood,
See the children of earth and the tenants of air
For an evening's amusement together repair.
