This Height a ministering Angel might select:
For from the summit of BLACK COMB ( dread name
Derived from clouds and storms! ) the amplest range
Of unobstructed prospect may be seen
That British ground commands:— low dusky tracts,
Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cambrian hills
To the south-west, a multitudinous show;
And, in a line of eye-sight linked with these,
The hoary peaks of Scotland that give birth
To Tiviot's stream, to Annan, Tweed, and Clyde:—
Crowding the quarter whence the sun comes forth
Gigantic mountains rough with crags; beneath,
Right at the imperial station's western base
Main ocean, breaking audibly, and stretched
Far into silent regions blue and pale;—
And visibly engirding Mona's Isle
That, as we left the plain, before our sight
Stood like a lofty mount, uplifting slowly
( Above the convex of the watery globe )
Into clear view the cultured fields that streak
Herhabitable shores, but now appears
A dwindled object, and submits to lie
At the spectator's feet.— Yon azure ridge,
Is it a perishable cloud? Or there
Do we behold the lineof Erin's coast?
Land sometimes by the roving shepherd-swain
( Like the bright confines of another world )
Not doubtfully perceived.— Look homeward now!
In depth, in height, in circuit, how serene
The spectacle, how pure!— Of Nature's works,
In earth, and air, and earth-embracing sea,
A revelation infinite it seems;
Display august of man's inheritance,
Of Britain's calm felicity and power!