long with illusive hints of range and splen- 

 dour is mine at last, and I have no greeting 

 for it but the breathless eagerness with 

 which I turn from point to point, as if to 

 drink all in with one compelling glance. 

 But the landscape does not yield its infi- 

 nite variety to the first nor to the second 

 glance ; the agitation of the first outlook 

 gives place to a deep, calm joy ; the eager 

 desire to possess on the instant what has 

 been won by long toil and patience is fol- 

 lowed by a quiet mood which banishes 

 all thought of self, and waits upon the 

 hour and the scene for the revelation they 

 will make in their own good time. Slowly 

 the noble landscape reveals itself to me in its 

 vast range and its marvellous variety. The 

 sombre groups of mountains to the west 

 become distinct and majestic as I look into 

 their deep recesses ; far off to the north the 

 massive bulk and impressive outlines of a 

 solitary peak grow upon me until it seems 

 to dominate the whole country-side. A 

 kingly mountain truly, of whose " night of 

 pines " our saintly poet has sung ; from 

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