By drear and dirty ways I passed,
Their sordid scenes my soul oppressed;
I craved for coolness and for rest,
For ocean spaces clean and vast.
But, bounding every stifling street,
The sky in golden glory glowed;
A peace into my spirit flowed
From that fair sight, so grand and sweet.
The golden glory seemed to say—
As o'er the river sank the sun—
"There is no life so drear and dun,
That into it shall fall no ray.
"For love is like the lordly sky,
It stoops to poverty and pain,
And doth not lowly hearts disdain,
But everything doth beautify."