'T IS pleasant climbing the green hill's ascent,
Soaring in undulations from the sea,
To spy in fancy's mirror stream and tree,
Cottage and castle, beautifully blent —
'Tis pleasant from the lonely peak to gaze
On scenes above the wizard Fancy's power,
The sunset gleaming in a golden shower,
And maidens dancing in the rainbow's rays —

And sweeter far, descrying in the vale
Her whom we love — to give the person scope,
Winged with joy, adown the glittering slope
To the fair creature in the echoing dale;
And while she smiles or laughs aloud, to hope
The tender mood may in its turn prevail.