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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