Poems, partly of rural life, (in national English.) By William Barnes |
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NATURE.
Mysterious world that com'st between
Our yearning souls and God unseen;
How good He seems in thee, how mild
He speaks to me His lonely child,
In what is heard upon the wild
And tongueless plain, and meets the eyes
In land, in water, and in skies;
O everlasting nature.
Our yearning souls and God unseen;
How good He seems in thee, how mild
He speaks to me His lonely child,
In what is heard upon the wild
And tongueless plain, and meets the eyes
In land, in water, and in skies;
O everlasting nature.
I seem to hear Him as I tread
Below the dead-leav'd beech's head,
Now rustling in the wind that flies
Ice-chilly from the eastern skies;
And where the glist'ning water lies
With ruffled waves, that murm'ring swim
To dash against their leeward brim.
O everlasting nature.
Below the dead-leav'd beech's head,
Now rustling in the wind that flies
Ice-chilly from the eastern skies;
And where the glist'ning water lies
With ruffled waves, that murm'ring swim
To dash against their leeward brim.
O everlasting nature.
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Where sky-back'd trees at evening stand
On yonder ridge of shelving land,
And grass-bespangling daisies close
Below the shade the hawthorn throws,
Above the winding river's bows;
The frowns of man no more excite
My soul thus happy with the sight
Of everlasting nature.
On yonder ridge of shelving land,
And grass-bespangling daisies close
Below the shade the hawthorn throws,
Above the winding river's bows;
The frowns of man no more excite
My soul thus happy with the sight
Of everlasting nature.
For who should fear what man can do
The while he knows that God is true,
And finds his joys in blue-sky seen
Behind the flow'ry knoll, between
The shady boughs, in early green
That fades in winter, but appears
In quick'ning summers of the years
Of everlasting nature.
The while he knows that God is true,
And finds his joys in blue-sky seen
Behind the flow'ry knoll, between
The shady boughs, in early green
That fades in winter, but appears
In quick'ning summers of the years
Of everlasting nature.
For land and stream, and rock and wood,
Are as we see them for our good;
Nor could our little wisdom mend
Whate'er a loving God may send;
Though the beginning and the end
Of blessings that may sometimes seem
But ills, are hidden in His scheme
Of everlasting nature.
Are as we see them for our good;
Nor could our little wisdom mend
Whate'er a loving God may send;
Though the beginning and the end
Of blessings that may sometimes seem
But ills, are hidden in His scheme
Of everlasting nature.
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