Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 36 1834.pdf/12



If e'er again my spirit be allowed Converse with Nature in her chambers deep, Where lone, and mantled with the rolling cloud, She broods o'er new-born waters, as they leap In sword-like flashes down the heathery steep, From caves of mystery;—if I roam once more Where dark pines quiver to the torrent's roar, And voiceful oaks respond;—may I not reap A more ennobling joy, a loftier power, Than e'er was shed on life's more vernal hour From such communion?—yes! then shall know, That not in vain have sorrow, love, and thought, Their long, still work of preparation wrought, For that more perfect sense of God revealed below.