46 STEVENSON'S POEMS
Keen pleasure and keen grief Give place to great relief : Farewell my tears! Still sounds toward me float; I hear the bird's small note, Sheep from the far sheepcote, And lowing steers.
For lo ! the war is done, Lo, now the battle won,
The trumpets still. The shepherd's slender strain, The country sounds again Awake in wood and plain,
On haugh and hill.
Loud wars and loud loves cease. I welcome my release ;
And hail once more Free foot and way world-wide. And oft at eventide Light love to talk beside
The hostel door