For terror, joy, or pity, Vast is the compass and the swell of notes: From the babe's first cry to voice of regal city, Rolling a solemn sea-like bass, that floats Far as the woodlands--with the trill to blend 165 Of that shy songstress,[583] whose love-tale Might tempt an angel to descend, While hovering o'er the moonlight vale. Ye wandering Utterances,[584] has earth no scheme, No scale of moral music--to unite 170 Powers that survive but in the faintest dream[585] Of memory?-O that ye[586] might stoop to bear Chains, such precious chains of sight As laboured minstrelsies through ages wear! O for a balance fit the truth to tell 175 Of the Unsubstantial, pondered well! XII By one pervading spirit Of tones and numbers all things are controlled, As sages taught, where faith was found to merit Initiation in that mystery old.[587][588] 180 The heavens, whose aspect makes our minds as still As they themselves appear to be, Innumerable voices fill With everlasting harmony; The towering headlands, crowned with mist, 185 Their feet among the billows, know That Ocean is a mighty harmonist;[589] Thy pinions, universal Air, Ever waving to and fro, Are delegates of harmony, and bear 190 Strains that support the Seasons in their round; Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. XIII Break forth into thanksgiving, Ye banded instruments of wind and chords; Unite, to magnify the Ever-living,[590] 195 Your inarticulate notes with the voice of words! Nor hushed be service from the lowing mead, Nor mute the forest hum of noon; Thou too be heard, lone eagle![591] freed From snowy peak and cloud, attune 200 Thy hungry barkings to the hymn Of joy, that from her utmost walls The six-days' Work,[592] by flaming Seraphim Transmits to Heaven! As Deep to Deep Shouting through one valley calls, 205 All worlds, all natures, mood and measure keep For praise and ceaseless gratulation, poured Into the ear of God, their Lord! XIV