Hear the distant torrent falling,
Hear the note of whip-poor-will,
Hear the shepherd homeward calling
Flocks that bleat on lonely hill.
See yon cloud the distance glooming,
Hear its far-off thunder roar,
Hear the distant ocean’s booming
Billows beat the eternal shore.
God is in the hues of heaven
Fading from the sky and bay;