So lay the Earth that saw the skies
Grow clear and bright above,
As the repentant spirit lies
In God’s forgiving love.
The lark forsook the waning day,
And all loud songs did cease;
The robin, from a wither’d spray,
Sang like a soul at peace.
Far to the South, in sunset glow’d
The peaks of Dartmoor ridge,
And Tamar, full and tranquil, flow’d
Beneath the Gresson Bridge.
There, conscious of the numerous noise
Of rain-awaken’d rills,
And gathering deep and sober joys
From the heart-enlarging hills,
I sat, until the first white star
Appear’d, with dewy rays,
And the fair moon began to bar
With shadows all the ways.
O, well is thee, whate’er thou art,
And happy shalt thou be,
If thou hast known, within thy heart,
The peace that came to me.
O, well is thee, if aught shall win
Thy spirit to confess,
God proffers all, ’twere grievous sin
To live content in less!