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 dread and silent Mount! I gaz'd upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Did'st vanish from my thought: entranc'd in prayer I worshipped the Invisible alone.


 * Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody,

So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfus'd, Into the mighty Vision passing—there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven!


 * Awake, my soul! not only passive praise

Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret extacy! Awake, Voice of sweet song! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green Vales and icy Cliffs, all join my Hymn.


 * Thou first and chief, sole Sovran of the Vale!

O struggling with the Darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink: Companion of the Morning-Star at Dawn,