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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DORA VERSUS ROSE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON VERSES ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP IN HIS CHAIR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS YOUTH AND CALM by MATTHEW ARNOLD |