In The Vales.

When from these vales I go,             That slumber on in dreams,         O, will the summer winds dance to and fro,             And kiss the streams         That play where roses scatter fond perfume         And lilies burst with bloom?         Glad children of the spring,             They moan their music sweet         Where tangled grasses wave, and softly sing             Where meadows meet,         And wildwood shadows drooping bless         The groves with happiness.         Their soothing songs I hear             Among the granite hills,         Above the elfin warbles rich and clear             From rippling rills,         As if they called my soul in future days         To wander all their ways.         Ah, moaning winds, you seem             To fill my musing breast         With lullabies that linger as I dream             And bring me rest;         For melodies from your low voices creep         That soothe my heart with sleep!