ONE cultivated spot there was, that spread ART, empire, earth itself, to change are doomed ; Earthquakes have raised to heaven the humble vale, And gulfs the mountain's mighty mass entombed. NOW BEAMED the evening star; And from embattled clouds emerging slow And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar. AND now the downy cheek and deepened voice Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime; And walks of wider circuit were his choice, And vales more mild, and mountains more sublime. Thither he hied, enamoured of the scene; Where, through the cliffs, the eye remote surveyed |