Quicksilver-like, through every vein.
We saw Monadnoc cleave the sky,
The eagle’s perch a peak sublime;
Aerial pasturages high,
Where grazed and lowed the mountain kine.
Majestic hill, thy might is sung
In strains that with thy cliffs shall last!
As long as Night her mantle dun,
And Day his beams shall o’er thee cast.
In radiant verse thy summit shines