For see, the land was glorified:
The morning pulsed with youth and mirth.
It was as though upon the earth
A new and gladder age had birth.
The lark exulted in the blue,
Triumphantly the rooster crew,
The chimneys laughed, the sparks up-flew;
And rolling westward out of sight,
Like billows of majestic height,
The Downs, transfigured in the light,