For the mountains that tower or the rivers that run—
For beauty and grandeur, and glory, and light,
Are seen by the spirit, and not by the sight.
IV.
In vain for the thoughtless are sunburst and shade,
In vain for the heartless flowers blossom and fade;
While the darkness that seems your sweet being to bound
Is one of the guardians, an Eden around!
OH! THE MARRIAGE.