WHEN our downcast looks be smileless,

Under others’ wrongs an’ slightèns,

When our daily deeds be guileless,

An’ do meet unkind requitèns,

You can meäke us zome amends

Vor wrongs o’ foes, an’ slights o’ friends;—

O flow'ry-gleäded, timber-sheäded

Vields by flowèn watervalls!

Here be softest aïrs a-blowèn

Drough the boughs, wi’ zingèn drushes, through, thrushes

Up above the streams, a-flowèn

Under willows, on by rushes.

Here below the bright-zunn'd sky

The dew-bespangled flow'rs do dry,

In woody-zided, stream-divided

Vields by flowèn watervalls.

Waters, wi’ their giddy rollèns;

Breezes wi’ their plaÿsome wooèns;

Here do heal, in soft consolèns,

Hearts a-wrung wi’ man's wrong doèns.

Day do come to us as gaÿ

As to a king ov widest swaÿ,

In deäisy-whitèn'd, gil'cup-brightèn'd buttercup-

Vields by flowèn watervalls.

Zome feäir buds mid outlive blightèns, may

Zome sweet hopes mid outlive sorrow,

After days of wrongs an’ slightèns

There mid break a happy morrow.

We mid have noo e'thly love; earthly

But God's love-tokens vrom above

Here mid meet us, here mid greet us.

In the vields by watervalls.