And here a word en passant to Mr. Campbell:—
"As yon summits, soft and fair
Clad in colours of the air,
Which to those who journey near
Barren, brown, and rough appear,
Still we tread the same coarse way—
The present's still a cloudy day."
Is not this the original of the far-famed—
"'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue?"