V.

But in a land of happy shepherd homes, On its green hills in quiet joy reclining, With their bright hearth-fires, midst the twilight glooms, From bowery lattice through the fir-woods shining-- A land of legends and wild songs, entwining Their memory with all memories loved and blest-- In such a land there dwells a power, combining The strength of many a calm but fearless breast; And woe to him who breaks the Sabbath of its rest!