Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill... - Page 3
... communion with the hosts of heaven. Right well thy granite pile baptized has been, In name of one, whose virtues none assail ; Who towered in glory o'er his fellow-men, Like thy proud summit o'er the humble vale. Thy rocks, unhurt, have felt the tempest's power, And lightnings, harmless, have play'd round thy form. - Page 61
Then did Christ our blessed Saviour, For those harmonies so loud, Paint the rainbow's radiant beauties On the fleecy incense cloud. - Page 64
Eternal One ; The work sublime of his Almighty hand. On every side, what boundless prospects rise ! What oceans vast of mountain scenery ! What dread magnificence of earth and skies ! What regions of unrolled immensity ! Now raised above earth's cares, and toil and din, I sit serene, to holy musings... - Page 60
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