XVI
SCENE ON THE LAKE OF BRIENTZ
"What know we of the Blest above
But that they sing and that they love?"[HR]
Yet, if they ever did inspire
A mortal hymn, or shaped the choir,
Now, where those harvest Damsels float
Home-ward in their rugged Boat,
(While all the ruffling winds are fled—
Each slumbering on some mountain's head)