Or rain-storms on the glacier burst.
“Born where the thunder and the blast,
And morning’s earliest light are born,
Thou rushest swoln and loud and fast
By these low homes as if in scorn:
Yet humbler springs yield purer waves;
And brighter, glassier streams than thine,
Sent up from earth’s unlighted caves,
With heaven’s own beam and image shine.
“Yet stay! for here are flowers and trees;