Classic Poem

WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM ON MONT ANVERT .

High in the shining heavens he builds his throne,
 The deep blue heavens, so bright and beautiful,
That the unsated eye must gaze upon
 Their glory, till the aching sense grows dull
And dizzy in their ray. Like him of old,
Who cómmuned with the Deity, until
The divine brightness on his visage told
 With whom he cónversed, so, majestic hill,
Thy glittering crests, dazzling the sight and soul
 With their unutterable splendours, tell
 Of him whose eye irradiates thee. Well
Wear'st thou thy shining honours: to thee given,
 Because, resembling him from whom they roll,
Earth is thy footstool, and thy mansion, Heaven!