(While Mem’ry brought to view his happier days)
The tumbling torrent, bursting wildly forth
From its thaw’d prison, sweep the shaggy cliff
Vast and Stupendous! strength’ning as it fell,
And delving, ’mid the snow, a cavern rude!
So liv’d the Hermit, like an hardy Tree
Plac’d on a mountain’s solitary brow,
And destin’d, thro’ the Seasons, to endure
Their wond’rous changes. To behold the face
Of ever-varying Nature, and to mark