I am but——dumb."
The late Mr. Willis G. Clark thus expands the same sentiment:
"Here speaks the voice of God—let man be dumb,
Nor with his vain aspiring hither come.
That voice impels the hollow-sounding floods,
And like a Presence fills the distant woods.
These groaning rocks the Almighty's finger piled;
For ages here his painted bow has smiled,
Mocking the changes and the chance of time—
Eternal, beautiful, serene, sublime!"