On you I gaze, when day’s dull task is done,
Till night shuts out your glories from my eyes.
For stormy turmoil, and ambition’s strife,
I find in you a solace and a balm,—
Derive a higher purpose, truer life,
From your pale splendor, passionless and calm.
Mellowed by distance, all your rugged cliffs,
And deep ravines, in graceful outlines lie;
Each giant form in silent grandeur lifts
Its hoary summit to the evening sky.