LAKELAND LIGHT
LAKELAND LIGHT
Dappled day wars scudding clouds
Wincing light and dullest shroud
A land the late-sun longs to kiss
Is wreathed again in gowns of mist
The rippling light plays on those fells
Where a deeper darkness dwells
All the high places of our land
All our Bethels, all our Dans
Then all at once the skies are clear
The sun returns to rout the drear!
As if a siege at last were breached
Bestowing a grace so long-beseeched
Basking in the evening rays
The Lakes exult in revival praise
Arise! Shine! Thy light is come!
Herald of England’s golden gloam?
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