’Twixt God and conscience in communion near,
Came, with profane and impious control,
To check the heavenward wanderings of his soul.
II.
God loves the wilderness; in deserts lone,
Where all is silent, where no living thing
Mars the hushed solitudes, where Heaven looks down,
And Earth looks up, each as if marvelling
That aught should be; and, through the vast unknown,
Thought-breathing silence seems as uttering