On a Beautiful Landscape

Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee 
For hours, unmindful of the storm and strife, 
And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. 
Here, all is still as fair; the stream, the tree, 
The wood, the sunshine on the bank: no tear, 
No thought of Time's swift wing, or closing night, 
That comes to steal away the long sweet light- 
No sighs of sad humanity are here. 
Here is no tint of mortal change; the day, — 
Beneath whose light the dog and peasant-boy 
Gambol, with look, and almost bark, of joy, — 
Still seems, though centuries have past, to stay. 
Then gaze again, that shadowed scenes may teach 
Lessons of peace and love, beyond all speech.