McGuffey's Sixth Eclectic Reader Part 65

Ye wild goats sporting round the eagle's nest!

Ye eagles, playmates of the mountain storm!

Ye lightnings, the dread arrows of the clouds!

Ye signs and wonders of the elements!

Utter forth, G.o.d, and fill the hills with praise!

Thou, too, h.o.a.r Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast-- Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base, Slow traveling, with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapory cloud, To rise before me.--Rise, oh ever rise!

Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth!

Thou kingly spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread emba.s.sador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises G.o.d.