And gone was the charm of the pictured scene,
And the sky so bright and the landscape green.
And I bade them mark how an idle word,
Too lightly said, or too deeply heard,
Or a harsh reproof, or a look unkind,
May spoil the peace of a heavenly mind.
Though sweet be the peace, and holy the calm,
And the heavenly beam be bright and warm,
The heart that it gilds is all as weak
As the wave that reflects the crimson streak.