The Cock Is Crowing, The Stream Is Flowing, The Small Birds Twitter, The Lake Doth Glitter The Green Field Sleeps In The Sun; The Oldest And Youngest Are At Work With The Strongest; The Cattle Are Grazing, Their Heads Never Raising; There Are Forty Feeding Like One! Like An Army Defeated The Snow Hath Retreated, And Now Doth Fare Ill On The Top Of The Bare Hill; The Plowboy Is Whooping- Anon-Anon: There'S Joy In The Mountains; There'S Life In The Fountains; Small Clouds Are Sailing, Blue Sky Prevailing; The Rain Is Over And Gone!