The mountain, by its grandeur, testifies
To His omnipotence who placed it there;
The rushing, mighty torrent verifies
His ceaseless working; and His constant care
And kindliness is proven by the still
And growing meadow, and the purling rill.
Thus, whatsoever his environment,
The sorrow-stricken one can find a balm,
Which should assuage his moody discontent,
Replacing it by trustfulness and calm.
For God reveals Himself in every place,
And writes His presence on Creation's face.
XXXVII.
And here I feel a quiet peace unfelt
In all my solitary wanderings
Before. My heavy troubles seem to melt
Away, and Faith a calm contentment brings,
And all my misery aside is thrown;
He cares for me who cares for all His own.
XXXVIII.
A pile majestic and magnificent,
Of lofty buildings, stands upon this hill;
Unequalled elsewhere on the continent,
It well bespeaks the architective skill
Displayed in this our nineteenth century;
And clothes the city with its dignity.
Within these walls are gathered in debate
The statesmen and the legislators, who
Are learned in the matters of the State.
Alike to God and to their country true
These men should be, and high above the rest
Exalted, seeking not self-interest.
XL.