As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven!
“Awake my Soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstacy! Awake,
Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn.
“Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale
Oh, struggling with the darkness all night long,
And all night visited by troops of stars,
Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink!