And earth’s fields, with herbs and flowers,
                                        
                                        Shall put on their choice array,
                                        
                                        And in all their leafy bowers
                                        
                                        Shall the woods keep holy day:
                                        
                                        When the Judge, to earth descending,
                                        
                                        Righteous judgment shall ordain,
                                        
                                        Fraud and wrong shall then have ending,
                                        
                                        Truth, immortal truth, shall reign.