Moral songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Bright upon the glistening meadows,
Night's first dewy drops are seen,
And calm evening's lengthening shadows,
Lie along the herbage green,
Where those loosened horses wander,
Sporting in the pasture yonder.

From the weary yoke delivered,
Galling strap, and heavy load,
When the wide-spread nostril quivered,
Urged along the dusty road,

Through these pleasant plains they stray,
Joyous in one idle day.

Now, where tall trees hanging over,
Droop into the silent pond,
Which wild water-lilies cover,
Greener than the grass beyond;
They stand still, with half-shut eyes,
Switching off the summer flies.

Round me now the circle closes,
Of their shy and curious band,
Rubbing soft their smooth grey noses,
On the paling where I stand,
Starting back with sudden fear,
If I try to draw more near.

How I love to see them idle,
Thus, to watch the joy they feel,
On their neck no tightening bridle,
In their ear no grating wheel;
Stretching, as the fields grow dim,
At their will, each weary limb.

He, for man's full use, Who giveth,
All His creatures bold, or coy,
Has endowed each thing that liveth,
With a nature to enjoy.
We, His precious gifts must use,
Kindly; nor in aught abuse.

Toil-worn creatures, if to-morrow,
You must to your work again,

Shortlived be your weary sorrow,
Kind the hand that holds the rein,
And once more at set of sun,
Wander here, your labour done.