Traveller's Joys

Sweet to the morning traveller
The song amid the sky
Where, twinkling into the dewy light
The skylark soars on high.

And cheering to the traveller
The gales that round him play
When faint and heavily he drags
Alone his noontide way.

And when beneath the unclosed sun
Full wearily toils he
The flowing water makes to him
A pleasant melody

An when the evening light is gone
And all is calm around
There is sweet music to his ear
In the distant sheep-bells sound.