LIKE some vision olden br Of far other time, br When the age was golden, br In the young world's prime br Is thy soft pipe ringing, br O lonely shepherd boy, br What song art thou singing, br In thy youth and joy? br br Or art thou complaining br Of thy lowly lot, br And thine own disdaining br Dost ask what thou hast not? br Of the future dreaming, br Weary of the past, br For the present scheming, br All but what thou hast. br br No, thou art delighting br In thy summer home; br Where the flowers inviting br Tempt the bee to roam; br Where the cowslip bending, br With its golden bells, br Of each glad hour's ending br With a sweet chime tells. br br All wild creatures love him br When he is alone, br Every bird above him br Sings its softest tone. br Thankful to high Heaven, br Humble in thy joy, br Much to thee is given, br Lowly shepherd boy.