APOSTROPHE TO NATURE.
Reading edition
("O Soleil!") {Bk. II. iv., Anniversary of the Coup d'État, 1852.}
O Sun! thou countenance divine! Wild flowers of the glen, Caves swoll'n with shadow, where sunshine Has pierced not, far from men; Ye sacred hills and antique rocks, Ye oaks that worsted time, Ye limpid lakes which snow-slide shocks Hurl up in storms sublime; And sky above, unruflfed blue, Chaste rills that alway ran From stainless source a course still true, What think ye of this man?