From flower-zon’d mountains, wav’d their odorous wings
Over the young sweet vallies, whispering joy—
Then goodliest beam’d the unpolluted—bright—
Divine similitude of thoughtful man,
Serene above all creatures—breathing soul—
Fairest where all was fair,—pure sanctuary
Of those sweet thoughts, that with life’s earliest breath,
Up through the temperate air of Eden rose
To Heav’n’s gate, thrilling love!—Then, Nature,—then,
Thy Maker looked upon his work and smiled—