The hardy pilgrim climbs his painful way;
His form bends forward—see! how he expands
O’er each frail mountain-shrub his fearful hands;
Will it resist?—or, from the rocky steep,
Whirl him below unnumbered fathoms deep?
He grasps it firm—he keeps his dizzy ground—
Though blasts and foaming torrents roar around;
Soon from the summit, views, with raptured eye,
The lovely scenes that far extended lie;
The smiling hamlet; the deep-tangled grove;