Sonnets Round the Coast by H. D. Rawnsley |
 |
| I. |
| II. |
 | III. |
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
| X. |
| XI. |
| XII. | XII.
THE DRAKESTONE EDGE. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
| VII. |
| VIII. |
 | Sonnets Round the Coast |  |
60
XII. THE DRAKESTONE EDGE.
Oh, where is heaven more near, the earth more fair?About their pools the quiet farms are seen;
Elms canopy the flock, the hawthorns screen
The fresh young wheat, and every rippling square
Proclaims man's toil and God's continuál care;
A flood of pearl, the Severn shines between,
And black and busy from the hills of Dean
The mines send forth their witness to the air.
Walls fence the farms, trees fence the sunny fields,
Sails watch the land, and mountains watch the sails,
High overhead Heaven's solemn guard prevails,
And earth is bright with vision of God's peace;
But Tyndale, thy strong tower can tell that eyes
Beyond such scene beheld God's Paradise.
| Sonnets Round the Coast | |