FROM the fierce aspect of this river, throwing His giant body o'er the steep rock's brink, Back in astonishment and fear we shrink: But, gradually a calmer look bestowing, Flowers we espy beside the torrent growing; Flowers that peep forth from many a cleft and chink, And, from the whirlwind of his anger, drink Hues ever fresh, in rocky fortress blowing: They suck -- from breath that, threatening to destroy, Is more benignant than the dewy eve -- Beauty, and life, and motions as of joy: Nor doubt but He to whom you pine-trees nod Their heads in sign of worship, Nature's God, These humbler adorations will receive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON DONNE'S POETRY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE VALSE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OLD WOMAN FAIRY by MARY BRODINE |