WHEN HE HAD FINISHED.

When He had finished, first his orbèd sun

Blazed through the startled firmament, and all

His hosts cried glory, and the stars each one

Sang joy together,— then did there not fall

A peace of solemn silence on His world,

A moment’ s hush before one leaf was stirred

Or one wave o’ er the ocean mirror curled!

Lo! then it was the carol of a bird

Gave the joy-note of being, up the sky

Some lark’ s song mounted and the young greenwood

Woke to a matin of wild melody,—

And He looked down and saw that it was good.