This Horror Will Grow Mild, This Darkness

Come To The Sunset Tree! The Day Is Past And Gone; The Woodman's Axe Lies Free, And The Reaper's Work Is Done.

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

So Little Knows Any, But God Alone, But Perverts Best Things To Worst Abuse, Or To Their Meanest Use.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.

It Were A Journey Like The Path To Heaven, To Help You Find Them.