James Sheridan Knowles

“ From end to end, from cliff to lake 'twas free-
Free as our torrents are that leap our rocks,
And plough our valleys, without asking leave:
Or as our peaks that wear their caps of snow,
In very presence of the regal sun,
How happy was it then! I loved
Its very storms. ”

“ How high you lift your heads into the sky!
How huge you are! how mighty and how free!
Ye are the things that tower, that shine-whose smile
Makes glad-whose frown is terrible-whose forms,
Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear
Of awe divine. ”