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WAS late-the sun had almost shone His last and best, when I ran on, Anxious to reach that splendid view, Before the day-beams quite withdrew ; And feeling as all feel, on first
Approaching scenes where, they are told, Such glories on their eyes will burst, As youthful bards in dreams behold.
'Twas distant yet, and, as I ran,
Full often was my wistful gaze
Turn'd to the sun, who now began
To call in all his out-post rays,
Diminish'd to a speck, as splendid
'Twas at this instant-while there glow'd
The ramparts of a Godhead's dwelling.
I stood entranced-as Rabbins say
When the Ark's Light, aloft unfurl'd,
Mighty MONT BLANC, thou wert to me,
As sure a sign of Deity
As e'er to mortal gaze was given.
Nor ever, were I destined yet
To live my life twice o'er again,
Can I the deep-felt awe forget,
The dream, the trance that rapt me then!
"Twas all that consciousness of pow'r
When near their time for change of skies;—
That proud assurance of our claim
To rank among the Sons of Light, Mingled with shame-oh bitter shame!
At having risk'd that splendid right, For aught that earth through all its range Of glories, offers in exchange!
'Twas all this, at that instant brought, Like breaking sunshine, o'er my thought'Twas all this, kindled to a glow
Of sacred zeal, which, could it shine
No, never shall I lose the trace
Of what I've felt in this bright place.
This mighty scene again I'll seek,
At the same calm and glowing hour,
And here, at the sublimest shrine
That Nature ever rear'd to Thee, Rekindle all that hope divine,
And feel my immortality!
sine me sit nulla Venus.-SULPICIA.
UR hearts, my love, were form'd to be
How oft I've heard thee fondly say,
Since now, to feel a joy alone
you not seen the timid tear Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?
And can you
think love is chill, my
Nor fix'd on you alone?
And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own?
To you my soul's affections move,
My life has been a task of love,