Beam-Verses at Well Knowe

This land was once the Northmen's rest,
And here the Virgin's house was blest
With a sweet peace through lost years wrought:
O, in these weary years of nought,
May we who now this hearth-fire light
Learn somewhat of that old delight,
Which, cherished in this drowsy grange,
Shall help the outworn world to change.