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A SWISS SCENE.
"But sunwards lo you! how it towers sheer up, a world of mountains, the diadem and centre of the mountain region! a hundred and a hundred savage peaks, in the last light of day: all glowing of gold and amethyst, like giant spirits of the wilderness; there in their silence, in their solitude, even as on the night when Noah's deluge first dried."
Sartor Resartus, page 158.
VIEW'D from the terraced walks that round me glow,
What thought the world-bemocking wit Voltaire.
The force immense of Love's all-present power
Gaze on yon massive argentry of cloud
Wide valleys, rich in golden harvests, green
Oh! how magnificent even in
Is power at morning's dawn or evening's close;
How grand, when stars through boundless depths of sky Watch silent!-citadels of light on high.
From the o'er-canopying horizon man
Draws wisdom books teach not, nor ever can:
The Poetry of Nature heaven, earth, air
The mind, embracing all, in words would fain