Away, Away, From The Sultry Ways.

Away, away, from the sultry ways             Where the pleasures fall and fade,         To the bannered corn and the meadowed bloom             And the forest's cooling shade!         Afar, afar, from the rooms of care             With the toils of life distressed,         To the grassy hills and the fragrant slopes             And the quiet vales of rest!         Away from the weary, dusty town,             Where the sorrows dim the days,         To the sleeping lake and the silent stream             And the wildwood's tangled ways!         To margins wide of the woodland pools,             Where the wild birds troll their songs,         Where the lilies laugh and the willows wave,             And the pleasures dance in throngs!         The dark-eyed nymphs and the fairy elves             In their robes of laughing smiles,         In the forests romp 'neath the leafy trees,             Through the narrow long-drawn aisles.         The bannered corn and the golden wheat             In the ties of bliss are bound;         The sweetest joys and highest hopes             On the shady farms are found.         The raptures reign in the holy scenes,             And the old grow young once more,         To roam the meadows and live again             In the happy years of yore.         Then haste, O, haste, to the country downs,             Where the valleys are sweet with joys,         And the soul grows young, and the heart is light,             And the bosom is like a boy's!