We cannot agree with Frey[1] that ’these few strophes may serve as sufficient proof that Haller’s poetry is still, even among the mass of Alpine poetry, unsurpassed for intense power of direct vision, and easily makes one forget its partial lack of flexibility of diction.’

The truth is, flexibility is entirely lacking; but the lines do express the taste for open-air life among the great sublimities and with simple people.  The poem is not romantic but idyllic, with a touch of the elegiac.  It is the same with the poem On the Origin of Evil (Book I.): 

  On those still heights whence constant springs flow down,
  I paused within a copse, lured by the evening breeze;
  Wide country lay spread out beneath my feet,
  Bounded by its own size alone.... 
  Green woods covered the hills, through which the pale tints of the fields
  Shone pleasantly. 
  Abundance and repose held sway far as the eye could reach.... 
  And yonder wood, what left it to desire
  With the red tints upon the half-bare beeches
  And the rich pine’s green shade o’er whitened moss? 
  While many a sun-ray through the interstices
  A quivering light upon the darkness shed,
  Blending in varying hues green night with golden day
  How pleasant is the quiet of the copse! ... 
  Yea, all I see is given by Providence,
  The world itself is for its burgher’s joy;
  Nature’s inspired with the general weal,
  The highest goodness shews its trace in all.

Friedrich von Hagedorn, too, praises country pleasures in The Feeling of Spring: 

  Enamelled meadows! freshly decked in green,
  I sing your praises constantly;
  Nature and Spring have decked you out.... 
  Delightful quiet, stimulant of joy,
  How enviable thou art!

This idyllic taste for country life was common at the time, especially among the so-called ‘anacreontists.’  Gleim, for instance, in his Praise of Country Life:  ’Thank God that I have fled from the bustle of the world and am myself again under the open sky.’

And in The Countryman: 

    How happy is he who, free from cares, ploughs his father’s
    fields; every morning the sun shines on the grass in which he
    lies.

And Joh.  Friedrich von Cronegk: 

    Fly from sordid cares and the proud tumult of cities ... here in
    the peaceful valley shy wisdom sports at ease, where the smiling
    Muse crowns herself with dewy roses.

With this idyllic tone it is not surprising to find the religious feeling of many hymn writers; for instance, Gleim in The Goodness of God: 

    For whom did Thy goodness create the world so beautiful, O God? 
    For whom are the flowers on hill and dale? ...  Thou gavest us
    power to perceive the beauty.

And above all, honest Gellert: 

    The skies, the globe, the seas, praise the eternal glory.  O my
    Creator, when I consider Thy might and the wisdom of Thy ways.... 
    Sunshine and storm preach Thee, and the sands of the sea.