Classic Poem

On some tall mountain's summit
Might I with thee but stand,
And o'er ravine and forest
A prospect wide command,
There might I shew around me
The world, when spring doth shine,
I'd say — Were this mine only,
I'd make it mine and thine!

Within my soul's recesses
Oh! would thou couldst but see
Where all the songs are sleeping
That God hath given to me!
There shouldst thou soon discover
My heart's sincerest aim;
What passion 'tis thou wakest
That dares not breathe thy name!