II.

Where the glow-worm lights his lamp There am I; Where within the grasses damp Crickets cry. Cheer'ly, cheer'ly in the burne Where the lins the torrents churn Into foam, Leap I on a whisp of broom,-- Cheer'ly, cheer'ly through the gloom,-- All aneath a round-cheeked moon, Treading on her silver shoon Lightly o'er the gloam,