text:  'Twas a blithe morning in the aureate month Of July when in pride of summer power The sun enliven'd nature: dew-besprent A wilderness of flowers their scent exhaled Into the soft warm zephyr; early a-foot On public roads and by each hedge-way path From the far North and from Hybernia's strand With vestures many-hued and ceaseless chat The reapers to the coming harvest plied-- Father and mother stripling and young child On back or shoulder borne