His God may be adored.
Cliffs, fountains, rivers, seasons, times—
Let all remind the soul of heaven;
Our slack devotion needs them all;
And Faith—so oft of sense the thrall,
While she, by aid of Nature, climbs—
May hope to be forgiven.[517]
Glory, and patriotic Love,
And all the Pomps of this frail "spot
Which men call Earth,"[IA] have yearned to seek,