O thou that from thy mansion
Through time and place to roam,
Dost send abroad thy children,
And then dost call them home,
That men and tribes and nations
And all thy hand hath made
May shelter them from sunshine
In thine eternal shade:
We now to peace and darkness
And earth and thee restore
Thy creature that thou madest
And wilt cast forth no more.
More verses by Alfred Edward Housman
- Xxii: The Sloe Was Lost In Flower
- Xxxv: When First My Way To Fair I Took
- The Nonsense Verse
- Xviii: The Rain It Streams On Stone And Hillock
- Xvi: How Clear, How Lovely Bright