“I will omit about a dozen rather blind lines about man and his puniness and begin:—
“‘Below, vast caves
Shine in the rushing torrents’ restless gleam,
Which from those secret chasms a tumult welling
Meet in the vale, and one majestic River
The breath and blood of distant lands, forever
Rolls its loud waters to the ocean waves,
Breathes its swift vapors to the circling air.’
“Now he comes to Mont Blanc itself:—