Large sheets of canvas with large figures fill,
And think with shapes gigantic to supply
Grandeur of form, and grace of symmetry,
So the rude gazer ever thinks to find
The view sublime, when vast and undefined.
’Tis form, not magnitude, adorns the scene.
A hillock may be grand, and the vast Andes mean.
Oft have I heard the silly traveller boast
The grandeur of Ontario’s endless coast;
Where, far as he could dart his wandering eye,