Of the old mountain crests, begins to part,
Like care from off the forehead, and the heart—
And all is cloudless now!
The universal air,
The smiling sky, and the far-stretching mead—
All nature, in its varied forms agreed,
Mingle their beauties there!
The ripple of the wave,
Beachward returning to the distant shore,
Like a lone pilgrim to the cottage door,