And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
Alone o’er steep and foaming falls to lean—
This is not solitude; ’tis but to hold
Converse with Nature’s charms and view her stores unrolled.”
And mortal foot hath ne’er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
Alone o’er steep and foaming falls to lean—
This is not solitude; ’tis but to hold
Converse with Nature’s charms and view her stores unrolled.”