Oh, forbidding cliff, towering hell of perils,

Your gales are cruel, and stark, and brazen!

Lightning splits a rift by uproarious quarrels,

A rift in the fabric of the continuum of Heaven.

But I am renewed with a fresh sense of morals

And when it comes to this, I need no instruction.


Oft do I ponder the while with my thoughts, so alone,

Beneath the stars, the orbs, the phases of the moon.

But oh! the bedecked landscape of my sweet horizon

Is open, and a new love has come forth to take me
Home.