When all within is peace, <br />How nature seems to smile; <br />Delights that never cease, <br />The live-long day beguile. <br />From morn to dewy eve, <br />With open hand she showers <br />Fresh blessings to deceive, <br />And soothe the silent hours. <br /> <br />It is content of heart <br />Gives nature power to please; <br />The mind that feels no smart <br />Enlivens all it sees, <br />Can make a wintry sky <br />Seem bright as smiling May, <br />And evening's closing eye <br />As peep of early day. <br /> <br />The vast majestic globe, <br />So beauteously arrayed <br />In nature's various robe, <br />With wondrous skill displayed, <br />Is to a mourner's heart <br />A dreary wild at best; <br />It flutters to depart, <br />And longs to be at rest.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-written-at-the-request-of-lady-austen/
