Bountiful Son of Earth! when we are gone

From every object dear to mortal sight, 10

As soon we shall be, may these words attest

How oft, to elevate our spirits, shone

Thy visionary majesties of light,

How in thy pensive glooms our hearts found rest.

Dec. 24, 1842.

[259] The Hill that rises to the south-east, above Ambleside.—W.W. 1842.

“THOUGH THE BOLD WINGS OF POESY AFFECT”