From this hillock, we may view,
At leisure, with admiring gaze,
How Mammon in the mount doth blaze!
Faust.
How strangely through the glooming glens
Dim sheen, like morning redness, glimmers!
Ev’n to the darkest, deepest dens
With its long streaky rays it shimmers.
Here mounts the smoke, there rolls the steam,
There flames through the white vapours gleam,