58 SPARKS FROM A GEOLOGIST'S HAMMER. 



with sunless pillars sunken deep in earth, and counte- 

 nance filled with morning's rosy light. 



"Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, 

 Oft from whose feet, the avalanche, unheard, 

 Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene 

 Into the depths 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 traveling with dim eyes suffused with tears 

 Solemnly seemest, like a vaporing cloud, 

 To rise before me, Rise, oh, 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 ! tell thou the silent sky. 

 And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, 

 Earth with her thousand voices, praises God." 



