text:  When the soft stars awaken Each task be forsaken! And the vesper-bell lulling the earth into peace If the master still toil chimes the workman's release! Gleesome and gay On the welcoming way Through the wood glides the wanderer home! And the eye and ear are meeting Now the slow sheep homeward bleating-- Now the wonted shelter near Lowing the lusty-fronted steer; Creaking now the heavy wain Reels with the happy harvest grain