When steals sweet music through the summer night,
All other noises hushed and men at rest,
Passion forgotten and all cares asleep ;
When from the sky is shed a gentle light,
A radiance suffused from east to west,
That bathes the world in richness soft and deep ;
It is as if from some unfathomed height ;
A balm descends to fill the aching breast
With an assurance, though the eyes may weep,
That there is yet good reason for delight.
That though, as with the day, there long have fled
Companions who with us did once rejoice,
We see again their face and hear their voice,
And know that in the heart they are not dead.
Weekly Times 27.7.62