Then, as we issued from that covert nook, He thus continued, lifting up his eyes To heaven:--"How beautiful this dome of sky; And the vast hills, in fluctuation fixed 35 At thy command, how awful! Shall the Soul, Human and rational, report of thee Even less than these?--Be mute who will, who can, Yet I will praise thee with impassioned voice: My lips, that may forgot[*printer's error?] thee in the crowd, 40 Cannot forget thee here; where thou hast built, For thy own glory, in the wilderness! Me didst thou constitute a priest of thine, In such a temple as we now behold Reared for thy presence: therefore, am I bound 45 To worship, here, and every where--as one Not doomed to ignorance, though forced to tread, From childhood up, the ways of poverty; From unreflecting ignorance preserved, And from debasement rescued.--By thy grace 50 The particle divine remained unquenched; And, 'mid the wild weeds of a rugged soil, Thy bounty caused to flourish deathless flowers, From paradise transplanted: wintry age Impends; the frost will gather round my heart; 55 If the flowers wither,[308] I am worse than dead! --Come, labour, when the worn-out frame requires Perpetual sabbath; come, disease and want; And sad exclusion through decay of sense; But leave me unabated trust in thee-- 60 And let thy favour, to the end of life, Inspire me with ability to seek Repose and hope among eternal things-- Father of heaven and earth! and I am rich, And will possess my portion in content! 65