High on the hoary mountain-top he dwelt Alone with God, whose handiwork above The wonders of the firmament approve In an eternal silence. There he spelt The name of the Omnipotent, and knelt In lowly reverence of adoring love. Beneath him, all the elements that move In Nature's prayerful harmonies he felt And knew their mystic meaning. Thus the tone Of lifted billows and the storm that sways The forest-seas in chorus spake alone Divinity, scarce hidden from his gaze; And with their mighty voices blent his own In one majestic utterance of praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AND PASSING by ROBERT FROST CHILD'S EVENING HYMN by SABINE BARING-GOULD THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP by EMMA HART WILLARD PSALM 39, VERSE 5 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AN INSCRIPTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO A HAPPY WARRIOR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |