My daily quest for beauty rare,
The essence of my soul
O’er hill and dale and valley fair
I love to take a stroll.
Though many years have passed by me
This longing will not fade
I’ll travel on with heart of glee
In sunshine and in shade.
My eyes have framed enchanted scenes
Few treasures did I miss
But when I wandered by the Lakes
I overflowed with bliss.
A panorama of delight
Water, hill and dell
Inspiring me in sound and sight
With tales I long to tell.
Of placid lakes and mystic hills
Of tumbling waterfall
Racing streams and ancient mills
Hamlets quaint and small.
Idyllic landscape green and steep
In always welcome mood
A peaceful graze for the friendly sheep
A home of solitude.
From Bassenthwaite to Windermere
And the gems that lie between
I hear their murmurs sweet and clear
As on the shores I lean
Their secrets whisper in my ear
A tear escapes my eye
They bring me back to yesteryear
And memories gone by.
I know I sometimes wander on
As all romantics do
But from the Lakes when I have gone
I still can see the view.
At home again when all is quiet
This beauty I recall
And ponder long into the night
On the One who made it all.