And the bright sky o’er all that’s here
Unto the exile’s heart is dear;
In it he sees each beaming star
Which shone above his home afar,
And knows a power of deathless love
Spread out that azure sea above.
And over all things here below
It bendeth with a radiant glow;
On peasant’s cot—on lordly hall—
Alike its sun and shadows fall,