Beattie's Minstrel, book I, st. 20.
'And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb
When all in mist the world below was lost.'
Book I. st. 21.
'
And of each gentle, and each dreadful scene
In darkness, and in storm, he found delight.'
Book I. st. 22. Ed.
Compare the stanza in A Poet's Epitaph (p. 77), beginning
'He is retired as noontide dew.'