Classic Poem

High on the hoary mountain-top he dwelt
Alone with God, whose handiwork above
The wonders of the firmament approve
In an eternal silence. There he spelt
The name of the Omnipotent, and knelt
In lowly reverence of adoring love.
Beneath him, all the elements that move
In Nature's prayerful harmonies he felt,
And knew their mystic meaning. Thus the tone
Of lifted billows, and the storm that sways
The forest-seas in chorus, spake alone
Divinity, scarce hidden from his gaze;
And with their mighty voices blent his own
In one majestic utterance of praise.