 | Ernest |  |
Sweet was the scene
As they streamed onward o'er the russet hills,
Those hills that smiled in sunshine, a warm smile
Of welcome. All beheld, and all were pleased:
Some that they felt sorrow more soothingly.
And other some, pleasure more pleasingly,
For Nature, like the holy mother, looks
Upon her children with a tempering look,
Calming all passion: and whate'er they feel,
Subduing it to take a milder tone,
Whether of joy or grief: still doth she show
Some soul of sweetness in her saddest hour,
Some shade of sadness in her sweetest smile:
As knowing all must fade, how bright soe'er—
Fade and then flower afresh.
As they streamed onward o'er the russet hills,
Those hills that smiled in sunshine, a warm smile
Of welcome. All beheld, and all were pleased:
Some that they felt sorrow more soothingly.
And other some, pleasure more pleasingly,
For Nature, like the holy mother, looks
Upon her children with a tempering look,
Calming all passion: and whate'er they feel,
Subduing it to take a milder tone,
Whether of joy or grief: still doth she show
Some soul of sweetness in her saddest hour,
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As knowing all must fade, how bright soe'er—
Fade and then flower afresh.
| Ernest | |