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