Farewell to Powerscourt

Here we have a distant view of Powerscourt. There is something lovely about this part of the Irish countryside.

When through the woods and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze:

Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee,
How great thou art! How great thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to thee,
How great thou art! How great thou art!

I left Powescourt Gardens on a spiritual high!