Led me, with wild emotion, on,
And, with resistless terror, drew.
Through lands we fled, o’er seas we flew,
And halted on a boundless plain;
Where nothing fed, nor breathed, nor grew,
But silence ruled the still domain.
Upon that boundless plain, below,
The setting sun’s last rays were shed,
And gave a mild and sober glow,
Where all were still, asleep, or dead;