ON A DISTANT VIEW OF MOUNT MONADNOCK

Yonder the Mountain-monarch looms —
The eye with grandeur fills;
His head begirt with cloudy glooms,
His foot with woody hills!

Mighty Monadnock! what art thou,
So regal, lofty, grand,
To H IM who heaved thy heavenward brow,
And graved thee by His hand?

A pebble, by Almighty plan
Cast on the sands of Time,
To show the little creature, man,
G OD'S trifles are sublime.