Come, comrade, let us rest a while;
Upon this grassy mound we'll sit,
And watch the daylight's parting smile
Fade in the spangled infinite!

The week was wearisome and dull;
The body worn, the brain o'erwrought;
But here, amid the beautiful,
All pain is lost in raptured thought.

Rich in our minds, and free our souls,
Deep-quaffing God's exhaustless air,
We envy not the wight who rolls
In affluence which we may not share.

Who could behold this mountain's cope,
Sky-lifting, bathed in mellowest sheen,
Those white-washed walls, each graceful slope
That, wave-like, undulates between.

Nor feel some thrill, some mystic spell;
Ay! though the veriest earth-born clod,
Would make his inmost being swell,
Responsive to the present God?

Hark! 'tis the throstle's latest lay,
Low brooding o'er its new built nest;
Thus may we end life's latest day,
And singing, slumber into rest.

Come, comrade, chill dews fall apace,
And dense clouds wrap the mountains round;
Gone is the grandeur and the grace,
And misty vapours hide the ground.

'Tis thus life's fairest visions go,
Lost in the blinding mists of grief;
And were it not for Hope's rare bow
Could we live out life's day, though brief?

But come, for we from home are far,
And there's an aspect in yon sky,
That tells me many a crashing jar
Will shake heaven's concave by and by.

No doubt some will our walk condemn,
Say retribution's in the rain;
But of God's robe we've touched the hem,
And strengthen'd feel in heart and brain.

We've sat with nature's self to muse
On all things bright and beauteous given,
Till highest thoughts partook their hues,
And, rainbow-like, knit earth to heaven.

O! sure this glorious world we see,
And that blue arch that bends above,
Speak an unmeasured Deity,
Of boundless mercy, boundless love.