For other versions of this work, see Together Let Us Range the Fields.
TOGETHER LET US RANGE.
Together let us range the fields,
Impearl’d with the morning dew,
Or view the fruit the vineyard yields,
Or the apples clustering bough:
There in close embowered shades,
Impervious to the noontide ray,
By tinkling rills—or rosy beds,
We'll love the sultry hours away.
FINIS.