And now in the fresh forest air I stood
View from the Ruins of Fort Putnam.—Names of the Highland Peaks.—Drake's "Culprit Fan
Nerved to another day of wandering.
The sky bent round
The awful domes of a most mighty temple,
Built by Omnipotent hands for nothing less
Than infinite worship. Here I stood in silence;
I had no words to tell the mingled thoughts
Of wonder and of joy that then came o'er me