See, with how deep a crimson eve hath touch’d
And glorified the ruin!—glow-worm light
Will twinkle on the dewdrops, ere we reach
Our home again. Come! with thy last sweet prayer
At thy bless’d mother’s knee, to-night shall thanks
Unto our Father in his heaven arise,
For all the gladness, all the beauty shed
O’er one rich day of flowers.
HYMN OF THE TRAVELLER’S HOUSEHOLD ON HIS RETURN,
IN THE OLDEN TIME.