He went up to a mountain apart to pray. A child midst ancient mountains I have stood, Where the wild falcons make their lordly nest On high. The spirit of the solitude Fell solemnly upon my infant breast, Though then I prayed not; but deep thoughts have pressed Into my being since it breathed that air, Nor could I @3now@1 one moment live the guest Of such dread scenes, without the springs of prayer O'erflowing all my soul. No minsters rise Like them in pure communion with the skies, Vast, silent, open unto night and day; So might the o'erburderned Son of man have felt, When, turning where inviolate stillness dwelt, He sought high mountains, there apart to pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON SOMETHING THAT WALKS SOMEWHERE by BEN JONSON ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY DAYS OF THE MONTH by MOTHER GOOSE HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE |