Big glory mellowing on the mellowing hills, br And in the Uttle valleys, thatch and dreams, br Wrought by the manifold and vagrant wills br Of sun and ripening rain and wind ; so gleams br My country, that great magic cup which spills br Into my mind a thousand thousand streams br Of glory mellowing on the mellowing hills br And in the httle valleys, thatch and dreams. br br O you dear heights of blue no ploughman tiUs, br O valleys where the curling mist upsteams br White over fields of trembhng daffodils. br And you old dusty little water-mills. br Through all my life, for joy of you, sweet thrills br Shook me, and in my death at last there beams br Big glory mellowing on the mellowing hills br And in the Uttle valleys, thatch and dreams.