AND oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast, And view th' enormous waste of vapour, tossed In billows, lengthening to th' horizon round, Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound! IS YONDER wave the sun's eternal bed? Soon shall the Orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead. SEE, in the rear of the warm sunny shower For now the storm of summer rain is o'er, |