Classic Poem

H E .

" Come , let us climb to the height,
Peak after peak in the sun,
As the rays brighten, grow rosy and lighten,
Now that the thunder has done."

S HE .

" Nay; through the leafage, the light
Gentlier glimmers below;
See through the valley the rivulets sally,
Singing aloud as they go."

H E .

" Grandly, ah! grandly the hill
Broke the black storm on its crest;
All the cliff under went leaping the thunder,
Growling away in the west."

S HE .

" Here it is restful and still;
Only the drops from the trees,
Where the shades darkle, fall slowly and sparkle, —
Here there is solace and ease."

H E .

" Child, but the eagle above,
Now that the mists are withdrawn,
Never wing-weary, sails up from his eyrie,
E'en to the eye of the dawn."

S HE .

" Ah, but below us the dove,
Crooning for joy on the nest,
Fills with soft slumber the leaves without number,
Shadow and quiet are best."