I SEE across the lofty table- lands A hundred regal mountains at the least Inclining mutely towards the opening East, - As many little tjerns and queenly vands Kneeling at different levels: Phoebus stands Beaming benevolence like a great High Priest Blessing a nation for some holy feast At his wide temple-door with lifted hands.- Rejoice, ye hills! ye happy mountains, fling Your arms aloft in worship wildly free! Ye vands, and rivers in the valleys, sing! Shout! till the heavens ring with your choral glee; And God Himself with mild face wondering Looks out at last, and smiles well - pleased to see! |