o'er the waving woods that hung upon those hills soft and solemn tints were just beginning to steal.
Madeline reached the valley when the sun had attained its meridian, an hour when the cattle lay pensively ruminating, and
—————————"The daw,
"The rook and magpie, to the grey-grown oaks
"That the calm village in their verdant arms
"Shelt'ring, embrace, direct their lazy flight;
"Where on the mingling boughs they sit embower'd
"All the hot noon, 'till cooler hours arise:
"Faint, underneath, the household fowls convene;
"And, in a corner of the buzzing shade,
"The house-dog, with the vacant grey-hound, lie
"Out-stretch'd and sleepy.
"The children of industry have had their hopes amply fulfilled, (cried Madeline, as she cast her eyes around) mine, she sighed, mine, when I left this place, were, though different, as flattering as their's."
