That made him; it was blessedness and love!
A Herdsman on the lonely mountain tops,
Such intercourse was his, and in this sort
Was his existence oftentimes possessed.
O then how beautiful, how bright, appeared
The written promise! Early had he learned[28]
To reverence the volume that[29] displays
The mystery, the life which cannot die;
But in the mountains did he feel his faith.
All things, responsive to the writing, there[30]