Adorn each lofty headland steep;
Or on the marge their branches lave
Amidst the shining crystal deep.
Woods, rocks, and fells, and mountain peaks,
Sublime in hue, or rich and bright
As through the clouds the sunbeam breaks,
Reveal a vision of delight;
A scene so glorious and grand,
We well might deem that He whose word
Created all things, o’er this land