BEFORE this mountain bore his well-loved name Whose greatness runs through both the hemispheres, Whose life-work, after death, but swells his fame, Whose sudden loss set Science' self in tears, -- I stood upon it; now if I were there Among the flocking thoughts would this one brood, -- Mount Agassiz! It must have known such prayer As rose at Penikese where once he stood Pleading with Heaven, yet uttering not a word, Leading the face and spirit of that throng On through an awe-hinged gate, that swung unheard, Into His presence where all souls belong: -- So doubtless, here, with noisy words unshod, Went Prayer in Horeb silence unto God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |