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278 And Sun-set into rose-hues sees them wroughtN21

By rays which sleep there lovingly: the rocks,

The permanent crags, tell here of Love, who sought

In them a refuge from the worldly shocks,

Which stir and sting the Soul with Hope that woos, then mocks.

C.

Clarens! by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,—

Undying Love's, who here ascends a throne

To which the steps are mountains; where the God

Is a pervading Life and Light,—so shown

Not on those summits solely, nor alone

In the still cave and forest; o'er the flower

His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown,

His soft and summer breath, whose tender power

Passes the strength of storms in their most desolate hour.

CI.

All things are here of Him; from the black pines,

Which are his shade on high, and the loud roar