Come out! there's a freshness that thrills like a song,
That soothes like a sleep;
And the scent of wild thyme on the air borne along,
Where the downs slope up steep.
There's such dew on the earth and such lights in the heaven,
Lost joys are forgotten, old sorrows forgiven,
And the old earth looks new—and our hearts seem new-born,
And stripped of the cere-clothes which long they have worn—
And hope and brave purpose awaken anew
'Mid the sunshine and dew.