Peace shines and smiles on all below:
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,
All fair with evening’s setting glow.
3 Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels the sweet calm, and melts to love,
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
4 Nor will our days of toil be long;
Our pilgrimage will soon be trod,
And we shall join the ceaseless song,