COTTAGE SONG

Morning and night I bring

Clear water from the spring,

And through the lyric noon

I hear the larks in tune,

And when the shadows fall

There’ s providence for all.

My garden is alight

With currants red and white;

And my blue curtains peep

On starry courses deep,

When down her silver tides

The moon on Cotswold rides.

My path of paven grey

Is thoroughfare all day

For fellowship, till time

Bids us with candles climb

The little whitewashed stair

Above my lavender.