Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 35 1834.pdf/14



'midst ancient mountains I have stood, Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest On high:—the spirit of the solitude Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I pray'd not; but deep thoughts have press'd Into my being since I breath'd that air; Nor could I now one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes without the springs of prayer O'erflowing in my soul:—No minsters rise Like them in pure communion with the skies, Vast, silent, open unto night and day! —So must the o'erburden’d Son of Man have felt, When, turning where inviolate stillness dwelt, He sought high mountains, there apart to pray.