Many times when I do find 

 Things go awry, and folk unkind, 

 To see the quiet Parks and Herds, 

 And hear the singing of the birds, 



Do still my spirit more than words ; P 



For I do see that 'tis our sin. 

 Do make one's soul so dark within, 

 When God would give us sunshine. 



Altered from BARNES. 



