The verdure of the meadow green, the odor of the flowers,

The grateful shadows of the trees, tempered with fragrant showers,

Refreshed me in the burning heat of the sultry noontide hours;

O, one might live upon the balm and fragrance of those bowers.

Ne’er had I found on earth a spot that had such power to please,

Such shadows from the summer sun, such odors on the breeze;