[Footnote 5: 'Gill', in the dialect of Cumberland and Westmoreland,
is a short and for the most part a steep narrow valley, with a stream
running through it. Force is the word universally employed in these
dialects for Waterfall.]




I.

The valley rings with mirth and joy,
Among the hills the Echoes play
A never, never ending song
To welcome in the May.
The Magpie chatters with delight;

The mountain Raven's youngling Brood
Have left the Mother and the Nest,
And they go rambling east and west
In search of their own food,
Or thro' the glittering Vapors dart
In very wantonness of Heart.


II.

Beneath a rock, upon the grass,
Two Boys are sitting in the sun;
It seems they have no work to do