When the lights come out in the cottages
Along the shores at eve,
And across the darkening water
The last pale colours leave;
And up from the rock-ridged pasture slopes
The sheep-bell tinklings steal,
And the folds are shut, and the shepherds
Turn to their quiet meal;
And even here, on the unfenced height,
No journeying wind goes by,
But the earth-sweet smells and the home-sweet sounds
Mount, like prayer, to the sky;
Then from the door of my opened heart
Old blindness and pride are driven,
Till I know how high is the humble,
The dear earth how close to heaven.
Hilltop Song
Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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Poem topics: heart, heaven, home, pride, sky, water, wind, dear, sheep, door, humble, high, quiet, prayer, earth, sweet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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