Peter Tavy Combe Verse

Lo, the power of sunlight,

After hours of gloom,

Decking with all beauty

Peter Tavy Combe.

Every rock and boulder
Clad in mosses grey,
Gleams with gentle radiance
In the sun to-day.

There the waters hurry,
Sparkling in the sun.
Singing, breaking, tumbling,
As they onward run.

Onward where the orchards
Bloom in pink and white,
And the grass is golden
In the slanting light.

Trees too in the gloaming
At their best are seen,
All the shades of yellow,
Buff and tender green.

Then at pleasant distance,
Closing in the view,
Grey Brent Tor uprises
‘Gainst the evening blue.

Read no book this evening,
Though ’twere Wordsworth’s own
Wordsworth’s spirit bids us
Nature read alone ;

Bids us learn the lesson
Such sweet scenes impart,
Teaching love and gladness
To the pure in heart.

D. P. Alford – June 4th1887.