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Thy habitation from eternity :
O dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee,
Till thou, still present to the bodily sense,
Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer
I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing—there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven
Awake, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my Heart, awake!
Green Vales and icy Cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Thou first and chief, sole Sovereign of the Vale! O struggling with the Darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink: Companion of the Morning-Star at Dawn, Thyself Earth's Rosy stak, and of the Dawn
Co-herald: wake, O wake, and utter praise!
Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth 2
Who filled thy Countenance with rosy light?
Who made thee Parent of perpetual streams?
And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks For ever shattered and the same for ever ? Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam 7 And who commanded (and the silence came,) Here let the Billows stiffen, and have Rest?
Ye Ice-falls ye that from the Mountain's brow
Adown enormous Ravines slope amain-
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty Voice,
Ånd stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Motionless Torrents! silent Cataracts
Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven
Beneath the keen full Moon 2 Who bade the Sun
Clothe you with Rainbows? Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at yonr feet?—
GoD ! let the Torrents, like a Shout of Nations
Answer! and let the Ice-plains echo, GoD !
GoD ! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice!
Ye Pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds!
And they too have a voice, yon piles of Snow,
And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal Frost!
Ye wild goats sporting round the Eagle's nest!
Ye Eagles, play-mates of the Mountain-Storm 1
Ye Lightnings, the dread arrows of the Clouds !
Ye signs and wonders of the element!
Utter forth God, and fill the Hills with Praise :
Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing
Oft from whose feet the Avalanche, unheard,
Shoots downward, glittering through the pure Serene
Into the depth of Clouds, that veil thy breast—
Thou too again, stupendous Mountain thou
That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low
In adoration, upward from thy Base
Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears,
Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud,
To rise before me—Rise, O ever rise,
Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth !
Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven,
Great Hierarch 1 tell thou the silent Sky,
And tell the Stars, and tell yon rising Sun,
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises GoD.
w RITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERo DE, IN THE HARTZ FOREST.
I stood on Brocken's" sovran height, and saw
Woods crowding upon woods, hills, over hills,
A surging scene, and only limited
By the blue distance. Heavily my way
Downward I dragged through firgroves evermore,
Where bright green moss heaves in sepulchral forms
Speckled with sunshine; and, but seldom heard,
The sweet bird's song became an hollow sound;
And the breeze, murmuring indivisibly,
Preserved its solemn murmur most distinct
From many a note of many a waterfall,
And the brook's chatter; 'mid whose islet stones
The dingy kidling with its tinkling bell