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 Nor bend in spirit at the Almighty throne? Temple of Nature! where the eye O'ergazing to satiety Redls on its liquid throne, Each mortal feeling quenched and dead Save passionate ecstasy thy dread Magnificence to own— As if the heart in one fond gush Forth on the wings of sight did rush!

Here, high precipitously piled, Rude, beetling crags, and columns wild, Hung vast, as threat'ning to o'erwhelm The intruders on their rugged realm: And there, as doth the war-horse bound Rejoicing at the trumpet's sound. From rock to rock, with frenzied wrath. The chafed flood clove its hoary path. Exulting to have found a foe; Then, plunging in the gulf below, Foamed o'er the horrid rocks, and hurled, In wreaths fantastically curled. The scattered spray which floating there Now hovered like a mist, in air;