VI

How barren would this valley be,

Without the golden orb that gazes

On it, broadening to hues

Of rose, and spreading wings of amber;

Blessing it before it falls asleep.

How barren would this valley be,

Without the human lives now beating

In it, or the throbbing hearts

Far distant, who their flower of childhood

Cherish here, and water it with tears!

How barren should I be, were I

Without above that loving splendour,

Shedding light and warmth! without

Some kindred natures of my kind

To joy in me, or yearn towards me now!