The Canadian Herd-Boy

Through the deep woods, at peep of day,
The careless herd-boy wends his way,
By piny ridge and forest stream,
To summon home his roving team :
Cobos ! Cobos ! from distant dell
Sly echo wafts the cattle-bell.

A blithe reply he whistles back,
And follows out the devious track,
O'er fallen tree and mossy stone,
A path to all save him unknown :
Cobos ! Cobos ! far down the dell
More faintly falls the cattle-bell.

See, the dark swamp before him throws
A tangled maze of cedar boughs;
On all around deep silence broods
In Nature's boundless solitudes:
Cobos ! Cobos ! the breezes swell
As nearer floats the cattle-bell.

He sees them now ; beneath yon trees
His motley herd recline at ease ;
With lazy pace and sullen stare
They slowly leave their shady lair :
Cobos ! Cobos ! far up the dell
Quick jingling comes the cattle-bell.