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Then shout! The hour comes on apace! Hurra!
The hour of glory for the race! . Hurra!
Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell,

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Bid high thy sacred banner swell,
And trump on trump the triumph tell.
Hurra! Hurra! Hurra!


Franconia, August 8, 1835.


The worst

Is past; the bold rock stands unveiled; and now
One effort more. 'Tis done. Breathless and pale,

We stand upon the peak above the clouds.
Vast and immeasurable! How the eye

Searches the great expanse for rest in vain!
Magnificent obscurity! sublime!

Dim! fathomless! Above, is only heaven
Spread forth o'er all, in deep, pure, lustrous light!
Below, earth-only earth-yet so displayed
As fills the gazing soul with trembling awe.
O, what a place for thought! Give me my cloak,
And leave me here alone. I'll wrap it round
To keep me from the keen, imperious wind,
And hold a moment's musing by myself.

And not a human foot within the land
It planted high as mine!
On all else I look down.

Unchanged, appears

Great heaven except,

That glorious dome,

in beauty, grandeur, pomp,

As unapproached, as unapproachable,

* This piece and the two following are extracts from Poetical

Notes of a Pedestrian Tour.

As when I upward gazed from common earth.

I have ascended, yet have not drawn near;

But things of earth, how changed! Man and his works
Are scarce discerned. Yon hills, whose vastness seemed
Immeasurable, lie, beneath my look,

Dwindled to vulgar eminences. Lo!
How they onward roll, like waves at sea,
Less and still less, till in the horizon far
They mingle with the clouds and disappear.
And yonder speck is ocean! infinite, sublime,
Resistless ocean! pride and dread of man!
Now but a glittering thread of twinkling light,
Like a faint lamp reflected from the pool,
So dim, so faint, we doubt if it be there.
What, then, am I - when all earth's mightiness
Thus disappears? Instruct me, awful Teacher,
While from this stand of truth I measure earth
And heaven! instruct me of myself. O, teach,
Teach me to feel that by approach toward Heaven
All things are seen in their own magnitude.

"God seems more grand

man crumbles into dust."
The pomp of wealth and power, the state, the luxury,
The strife which mad ambition seeks, and earth
Is torn with hot convulsions to attain,

Here show for what they are -hollow and vain
Even as those clouds, that, floating in mid air,
Send out a glory to the eye below,

But drop their shroud upon the summit rock,
And hide with empty vapor earth and heaven.
Yet in these clouds as truly God resides,
As in the dark pavilion which arrayed
Old Sinai's top-as truly gives a law
To his attendant servant. Lend thine ear,

And hear it ope thine heart, and honor it—
Bend reverently to its message all thy soul;
And let the lesson thou hast gathered here,
In solitary thought and intercourse

With truth and nature, cause thy unveiled soul,
Like Moses' face, to glow with obvious light
Be a commandment to thy devious step,
And keep thee on thy high, immortal march.
The body climbs toward heaven in vain
- the soul,
If it will climb, may reach and enter in.


HERE pause upon this ruin. What a tale
Of grandeur and of woe is written here!
He, whom we think not of, because his power
Leads all things gently with the cords of love,
Doth sometimes teach us with a startling blow,
That wakes our senses to his majesty.

He touched the trembling mountain and it fell, -
Fell, with its burden of rent rocks and trees
Of giant growth, a fearful avalanche,

Fell, amid storm and tempest, while the clouds
Dropped down in floods, and angry lightnings flashed,
And thunders echoing rolled. It seemed as God
Descended in his terrors, as of old

On Sinai, wrapped in darkness, clouds, and storm.
The mountain felt him near,

And trembled from its base; the swelling streams,
Each with its own commission, carried forth
The message of destruction, bidding man
Tremble, adore, and think upon his God.

Behold this house. Thus near the horror came,

A few short feet, and stayed, and left it safe.
O, had its panic-stricken tenants staid,

They had been safe; but in their fear they fled, -
Fled from their shelter to the very death

They feared. The morning saw them in their tranquil home,

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