FOUNDED UPON A BELIEF PREVALENT AMONG THE PASTORAL VALES OF WESTMORELAND br br SWIFTLY turn the murmuring wheel! br Night has brought the welcome hour, br When the weary fingers feel br Help, as if from faery power; br Dewy night o'ershades the ground; br Turn the swift wheel round and round! br br Now, beneath the starry sky, br Couch the widely-scattered sheep;-- br Ply the pleasant labour, ply! br For the spindle, while they sleep, br Runs with speed more smooth and fine, br Gathering up a trustier line. br br Short-lived likings may be bred br By a glance from fickle eyes; br But true love is like the thread br Which the kindly wool supplies, br When the flocks are all at rest br Sleeping on the mountain's breast.