FROM MOUNTAINS AT THE DAWN OF DAY.

From mountains at the dawn of day That wide and far their shadows send, Beneath the sun’s more perfect ray Brief and more brief the shades extend. Till, risen the god to noontide height, They’re bathed in living, gorgeous light. ’Tis thus the soul, through earthly taint Though first its shrouded glories shine, Spurns at the gloom each hour more faint, And purer drinks the beam divine. Till wrapt in rays from shadow free, The noon-tide of eternity.