Up from the mighty landscape move;
’Twas surely spirit-hands, they wist,
Did lift them from above.
And when, unveiled, to them alone
The solitary world was shown,
And dew from all the mound’s green sod
Rose, like an incense, up to God,
Reclined, yet silent still, they bent
Their eyes on Heaven’s deep firmament—
As if were open to their view