His rainbow on thy forehead, and the cloud

Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give

Thy voice of thunder power to speak of him

Eternally—bidding the lip of man

Keep silence—and upon thy rocky altar pour

Incense of awe struck praise. Ah! who can dare

To lift the insect trump of earthly hope,

Or love, or sorrow, mid the peal sublime

Of thy tremendous hymn? Even Ocean shrink

Back from thy brotherhood: and all his waves