Which rises o'er the hills of earth,
In light and clouds, it hath its mortal birth:
Earth seems that pinnacle to rear,
Sublime above this worldly sphere,
Its cradle, and its altar, and its throne:
And there the new born river lies,
Outspread beneath its native skies,
As if it there would love to dwell,
Alone and unapproachable."
Southey.