OH! blest art thou, whose steps may rove Through the green paths of vale and grove, Or, leaving all their charms below, Climb the wild mountain's airy brow; And gaze afar o'er cultured plains, And cities with their stately fanes, And forests, that beneath thee lie, And ocean mingling with the sky. For man can show thee nought so fair As Nature's varied marvels there; And if thy pure and artless breast Can feel their grandeur, thou art blest! For thee the stream in beauty flows, For thee the gale of summer blows, And, in deep glen and wood-walk free, Voices of joy still breathe for thee. But happier far, if then thy soul Can soar to Him who made the whole, If to thine eye the simplest flower Portray His bounty and His power: If, in whate'er is bright or grand, Thy mind can trace His viewless hand; If Nature's music bid thee raise @3Thy@1 song of gratitude and praise; If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught, Lead to His throne thy raptured thought; If there thou lov'st @3His@1 love to read, Then, wanderer, thou art blest indeed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TOLEDO CAPTURED BY THE FRANKS by AL-ASSAL THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER'S COMPLAINT by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |