That leapt thus when on soaring Ararat
Rested the broad bark of a world! say not
The front of glory has been yet reveal’d
Until you’ve felt the tempest in that cloud
And heard, ’mid rock and roar, that harmony
That finds no echo like it in the sea!
O! go in
All ye who view not earth as monuments
And men as things but built to—to decay;
Pass ye within—ye will take lesson there.