Written During An Early Summer Evening's Ramble. Poem by Susan Evance

VALES of fragrance! woods surrounding
While along your paths I'm bounding,
What bright visions round me stray!
Fancy's raptures, ever changing,
O'er enchanted regions ranging,
Bear my willing soul away.

Oft I pause to catch the breezes-
For their simple music pleases
Bosoms careless- spirits gay; -
I love to mark them gently creeping,
Gradual o'er the wood-tops sweeping,
Then hush'd to slumbers, die away.

And tho' the birds have ceased their singing,
'Tis sweet to view them swiftly winging
Airy circles of delight;
And then on some soft hillock staying,
Where blows the wild thyme, sweets displaying,
To drink the dew-drops, diamond bright.

Beloved scenes your charms adorning
Thus with all the smiles of morning,
Must joy to ev'ry heart reveal;
For me- your wild enchantments viewing,
Your lonely silent walks pursuing,
'Tis rapture- ecstacy I feel.