53. THE VOICE OF NATURE TO POETS.(notes)Your homage has been paid me much too long,Withheld from him, who made me fair and good,His image to reflect from earth and flood,And wake for him the Bard's sublimest song.—No eagle, mounting on his pinions strong,Nor sweetly-warbling Nightingale in wood,No humble flow'r with tint of sky or blood,Nor scaly fish, nor murm'ring insect throng;No shaggy beast beneath the forest wide,No crystal gleaming in its rocky bed,Nor glossy shell beneath the em'rald sea;No rippling brook, nor stream of swollen pride,No golden cloud, nor star in silence led,Father of all!but speaks aloud of Thee!
53. THE VOICE OF NATURE TO POETS.(notes)
Your homage has been paid me much too long,Withheld from him, who made me fair and good,His image to reflect from earth and flood,And wake for him the Bard's sublimest song.—No eagle, mounting on his pinions strong,Nor sweetly-warbling Nightingale in wood,No humble flow'r with tint of sky or blood,Nor scaly fish, nor murm'ring insect throng;No shaggy beast beneath the forest wide,No crystal gleaming in its rocky bed,Nor glossy shell beneath the em'rald sea;No rippling brook, nor stream of swollen pride,No golden cloud, nor star in silence led,Father of all!but speaks aloud of Thee!
Your homage has been paid me much too long,
Withheld from him, who made me fair and good,
His image to reflect from earth and flood,
And wake for him the Bard's sublimest song.—
No eagle, mounting on his pinions strong,
Nor sweetly-warbling Nightingale in wood,
No humble flow'r with tint of sky or blood,
Nor scaly fish, nor murm'ring insect throng;
No shaggy beast beneath the forest wide,
No crystal gleaming in its rocky bed,
Nor glossy shell beneath the em'rald sea;
No rippling brook, nor stream of swollen pride,
No golden cloud, nor star in silence led,
Father of all!but speaks aloud of Thee!