THE RANZ DBS VACHES. 167 



The words are as follows : 



Quand reverai-je en un jour, 



Tous les objets de mon amour, 



Nos clairs ruisseaux, 



Nos hameaux, 



Nos coteaux, 



Nos montagnes, 



Et 1'ornament de nos montagnes, 



La si gentille Isabeau ? 



Dans 1'ombre d'un ormeau, 



Quand danserai-je au son du Chalameau ? 



Quand reverai-je en un jour, 



Tous les objets de mon amour, 



Mon pere, 



Ma mere, 



Mon frere, 



Ma soeur, 



Mes agneaux, 



Mes troupeaux, 



Ma bergere ? 



IMITATED. 



When shall I return to the Land of the Mountains 



The lakes and the Rhone that is lost in the earth 

 Our sweet little hamlets, our villages, fountains, 



The flour-clad rocks of the place of my birth ? 

 O when shall I see my old garden of flowers, 



Dear Emma, the sweetest of blooms in the glade, 

 And the rich chestnut grove, where we pass'd the long hours 



With tabor and pipe, while we danced in the shade ? 

 When shall I revisit the land of the mountains, 



Where all the fond objects of memory meet : 

 The cows that would follow my voice to the fountains, 



The lambs that I call'd to the shady retreat : 

 My father, my mother, my sister, and brother ; 



My all that was dear in this valley of tears ; 

 My palfrey grown old, but there's ne'er such another ; 



My dear dog, still faithful, tho' stricken in years : 

 The vesper bell tolling, the loud thunder rolling, 



The bees that humm'd round the tall vine-mantled tree : 

 The smooth water's margin whereon we were strolling 



When evening painted its mirror for me ? 

 And shall I return to this scenery never ? 



These objects of infantine glory and love, 

 O tell me, my dear Guardian Angel, that ever 



Floats nigh me, safe guide to the regions above. 



