The girlhood of the growing hills;
The thunderings from the miners’ ledge,
The wild assaults on nature’s hoard,
The peak that stormward bares an edge
Ground sharp in days when Titans warred;
Grim heights, by wandering clouds embraced
Where lightning’s ministers conspire,
Grey glens, with tarns and streamlet laced,
Stark forgeries of primeval fire.
These scenes may gladden many a mind