In thine eternal shade

E. Bacon

O thou that from thy mansion

Through time and place to roam,

Dost send abroad thy children,

And then dost call them home,

That men and tribes and nations

And all thy hand hath made

May shelter them from sunshine

In thine eternal shade:

We now to peace and darkness

And earth and thee restore

Thy creature that thou madest

And wilt cast forth no more.