That soothing shade, that grateful gloom,
Can, more than day’s enlivening bloom,
Still every fond and vain desire,
And calmer, purer thoughts inspire;
From earth the longing spirit free,
And lead the softened heart to Thee.
3 As o’er Thy work the seasons roll,
And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul,
O, never may their smiling train
Pass o’er the human sense in vain!