MEMORIES 



And hares were running rivalries 



About the island grass, 

 And lazy kine would hardly rise 



And let the angler pass. 



It lay in a nameless peace alway, 



As a deep enchanted dale 

 Lies under a spell, at a wizard's will, 



In some old fairy tale. 



But this no fairy wand had touched. 



No wizard charm was there. 

 But only Nature's, at the will 



Of Him who crowned her fair. 



And He unseen, as seen of yore. 

 Walks still the thronging street, 



But here it seems there comes more clear 

 The echo of His feet. 



Where never woodman swung the axe. 

 Nor ploughshare turned the sod. 



But Nature smiles as Eden smiled 

 New from the touch of God. 



