To light a lovelier scene been given;
Since first he trod his radiant way,
Across the azure vault of heaven.
For not on hill, and vale, and stream,
And glittering leaf and sacred tower
Alone, was shed his evening beam—
It lit devotion’s hallowed hour:
For there was heard the solemn bell,
That told the hour of rest and prayer;
There sweetly rose the anthem’s swell,