Miles And Miles Of Quiet Houses, Every House A Harbour, Each For Some Unquiet Soul A Haven And A Home, Pleasant Fires For Winter Nights, For Sun The Trellised Arbour, Earth The Solid Underfoot, And Heaven For A Dome. Washed By Storms Of Cleansing Rain, And Sweetened With Affliction, The Hidden Wells Of Love Are Heard In One Low-Murmuring Voice That Rises From This Close-Meshed Life So Like A Benediction That, Listening To It, In My Heart I Almost Dare Rejoice.