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Romney Marsh
“At evening time there shall be light”
The day was wild with wind and rain,
One gray wrapped sky and sea and shore;
It seemed our marsh would never again
Wear the rich robes that once it wore.
The scattered farms looked sad and chill,
Their sheltering trees writhed all awry,
And waves of mist broke on the hill
Where once the great sea thundered by.
One gray wrapped sky and sea and shore;
It seemed our marsh would never again
Wear the rich robes that once it wore.
The scattered farms looked sad and chill,
Their sheltering trees writhed all awry,
And waves of mist broke on the hill
Where once the great sea thundered by.
Then God remembered this His land,
His little land that is our own;
He caught the rain up in His hand,
He hid the winds behind His throne,
He soothed the fretful waves to rest,
He called the clouds to come away.
And, by blue pathways to the west,
They went, like children tired of play.
His little land that is our own;
He caught the rain up in His hand,
He hid the winds behind His throne,
He soothed the fretful waves to rest,
He called the clouds to come away.
And, by blue pathways to the west,
They went, like children tired of play.
And then God bade our marsh put on
Its holy vestment of fine gold;
From marge to marge the glory shone,
On lichened farm and fence and fold.
In the gold sky that walled the west,
In each transfigured stone and tree,
The glory of God was manifest—
Plain for a little child to see.
Its holy vestment of fine gold;
From marge to marge the glory shone,
On lichened farm and fence and fold.
In the gold sky that walled the west,
In each transfigured stone and tree,
The glory of God was manifest—
Plain for a little child to see.
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