Stole the beautiful vision of grandeur and power;
And the sorrows of life that brought tears to mine eye,
Were forgot in the glories of ocean and sky.
"'Oh nature!' I cried, 'in thy beautiful face
All the wisdom and love of thy Maker I trace;
Thy aspect divine checks my tears as they start,
And fond hopes long banish'd flow back to my heart!'
Thus musing, I wander'd alone to the shore,
To gaze on the waters, and list to their roar,
When I saw a poor lost one bend over the steep