A country life is sweet!
In moderate cold and heat
To walk in the air how pleasant and fair!
In every field of wheat
The fairest of flowers adorning the bowers,
And every meadow's brow
So that I say no courtier may
Compare with them who clothe in gray
And follow the useful plow
They rise with the morning lark,
And labor till almost dark,
Then folding their sheep they hasten to sleep
While every pleasant park
Next morning is ringing with birds that are singing
On each green tender bough.
With what content and merriment
Their days are spent, whose minds are bent
To follow the useful plow.