58 SPARKS FROM A GEOLOGIST'S HAMMER. 



with sunless pillars sunken deep in earth, and counte- 

 nance filled with morning's rosy, light. 



u 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 stirs, and tell yon rising sun, 

 Earth with her thousand voices, praises God." 



