Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood strayd, A stranger yet to pain. I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to smooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Gray.Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 2.