Shone pleasantly.
Abundance and repose held sway far as the eye could reach....
And yonder wood, what left it to desire
With the red tints upon the half-bare beeches
And the rich pine's green shade o'er whitened moss?
While many a sun-ray through the interstices
A quivering light upon the darkness shed,
Blending in varying hues green night with golden day
How pleasant is the quiet of the copse! ...
Yea, all I see is given by Providence,