Rolled their ripe richness, and the sweeping views,

Such as in Eastern England sweetly lie,

Smiled far away in vast variety,

Tinged with the orange of the sinking sun,

Until the distance melted into sky.

Such scenes are sweet when even has begun,

And rooks are idly cawing, and the day is done.[17]

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XLVII.

O God, teach us to feel what joys are these!

How dear these pleasures momently renewed!

Teach us to humbly fall upon our knees

In speechless praise, in silent gratitude;

These are the hours, O Lord of Solitude,

When hearts in love must upward turn to Thee,

With every comfort, every charm imbued,

And all that's peaceful; when tranquillity

Steals softly o'er the bosom and lulls its rolling sea.

XLVIII.

Such scenes are dear, for they have pow'r to allay

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