John Clare - The Peasant Poet lyrics

He loved the brook's soft sound The swallow swimming by He loved the daisy-covered ground The cloud-bedappled sky To him the dismal storm appeared The very voice of God And when the evening rack was reared Stood Moses with his rod And everything his eyes surveyed The insects in the brake Were creatures God Almighty made He loved them for His sake A silent man in life's affairs A thinker from a boy A peasant in his daily cares A poet in his joy