Tides of stream
TIDES OF STREAM Ah, singing stream of our meadows green, Floating with sweet liberty every day and night, Your music is solemn, and dews newly made clean: Flowing feely from the steep rocks at the first light. O traveller, go slow over by the oily shales, Through the dipping trees, and then explore New ways of such plains and the dales Always green, as their eternal Saviour. Whose Immutability is worth of praise Go further slowly toward the purple layer, And sing praise of the Creator, of flint maize, Of rain, of sun rays, a Cosmocrator of supreme nature. Jogging stream of clean caste, sometimes You give deep cracks to our glittering scenes, And to hustling streets, indeed, with your surprises, And smiles, we have on earth some peaceful pacts. And drink your refreshing wine, rich in its energies, Verily, you do empower the farmers and decrease Their stresses; it's true, then making things Of life entirely new, with bird songs and your hue. Through you...